Fuck what you heard about me, or more specifically fuck what you haven't
I'm that rapper you never found, hiphops Bin Laden
Studied a Chris Wallace class and did a Pac degree
you probably heard a KrisKros track and got some dungarees
but hiphop was in my genes, I fell for the culture young
channelled my aggression through an obsessive compulsive tongue
Ultra magnetic, I attracted a crowd, I attracted a crowd
I boogied down, I grew attached to the sound, lets play it loud now
I'm balancing syllables and flowing with a fluency
that few can seem to match and it's as relaxed as when humans speak
conversational approach, complicated yet composed
constant playlist on your show, it's confirmation that I'm dope
not like you needed it, it's totally obvious, YOU
i weep my feet on, maybe some soul will rub off on ya, TRUE
I'm polar opposites from all of these monotonous, wannabe hiphoppers poppin up all across the continent TWO
thousand and whatever year you discovered this
I'm the most coveted, but you only ever dare utter it
whisper it, think it, but i need you to shout
so if your down, lets take it back to what hiphop is about
becoz its funny how the money's made a man a mouse
theyre trading dignity for digits in your bank account
you're in the prescence of an independant cultivator
intellectual descendant, sent to be your culture saver