Trapped up in the lab with cabin fever
listening to The Union Jack Album, shit was a classic sleeper
but if I'm gonna be real, I'd just give that a B plus
now I'm coming back harder, think Nas and Ether
No election, I'm a natural leader
No electric coz I maxed the meter
Still I bang the table til I cook the baddest beat up
Where there's a will there's a way, still I remain, pushing this til I'm the last believer
I hear when you gonna blow from every fan I speak to
Glad to meet ya bro but what the fuck you asking me for?
I don't even know what blowing is
don't mean to be the cheavenist, but could you ask your hoe to blow on this...
locally I'm known as the dopest of vocalists
hopefully the globe will see how sick my flowing is
there's no celebrities I know to rub shoulders with
but hey, my facebook friends is still a growing list
I glow in pitch black darkness, illuminating
like a beacon, c'mon tell me the reason that you are hating
I don't believe that fact I make music's too frustrating
I think the fact you relate is too much for you to take in
If I want mind tricks, I'll play some Vinnie Paz
I don't need to hear the reservations every critic has
Skill used to be synonymous with British rap
now i gotta bring it back like unrolling a jimmy hat