THE SITE IS MINE

(It’s mine!)

Who’s site is this?

The site is mine, the site is mine

It’s mine it’s mine it’s mine

Who’s site is this?

It’s mine it’s mine it’s mine

Whose site is this?

The site is mine, the site is mine

Who’s site is this?

 

I hover the clouds over the slope of the rap game

And wonder why all the bars sound the same

The rhyming with the -tion is well over played

That to a true lyricist, those rhymes are so lame

Yet we put those on a pedestal who can’t evolve in their name

And leave the others to rot away even when they make a change

The Lord saw me a prophet and he got his moneys worth

Cuz I’ve opened the eyes of these so called tough guys first

I don’t persist in talking ignorant cuz it’s bliss

I sit chilling watching everyone slip while I never miss

It’s just the gist of the situation that I stand firm in

But dissing on Kalligraphy, I’m the wrong person

 

Who’s site is this?

The site is mine, the site is mine

It’s mine it’s mine it’s mine

Who’s site is this?

It’s mine it’s mine it’s mine

Whose site is this?

The site is mine, the site is mine

Who’s site is this?

 

To my man Damon, you keep it tight

To my peoples without labels, yall keep it right

I don’t appreciate the constant beefing with these kids

To get shot is karma for all the shit he said

To be honest, im glad that they missed his head

Cuz more bodies are being thrown to the ground

Inner city gun violence thoroughly moves crowds

The way I can stay calm about all that keeps me aroused

But at the same time I have no affection for those who die (wow…)

Well, not all the time, just a couple of guys don’t rub me right

Posting diss after diss, can we write a concept or try

To switch up the beats, the flows and the schemes

 

Who’s site is this?

The site is mine, the site is mine

It’s mine it’s mine it’s mine

Who’s site is this?

It’s mine it’s mine it’s mine

Whose site is this?

The site is mine, the site is mine

Who’s site is this?

 

(It’s mine)

(It’s mine)

(It’s mine)

(It’s mine)

 

I’m the last man alive who can still form poetry

I jot haikus, sonnets and many other stories

But what if I was locked up like and ornery Morrisey

And let these golden locked thots take sips of my porridge-y

That would nail me down the train tracks

I did this game rap but it’s never gonna gain back

White flags all around me, but I’m just waving fist

I did all this shit without any aim assists

Another for Damon for not catching bait with fish

A lotta you think you hot but this is what I make of it:

Yall go to bigger artist to make your tape hit

And they collab with you because they’re all gimmicks

So I ain’t tryna cause fights or turn these giants to gripes

But it’s pretty obvious that this is my site

 

Everybody residing North

The site is mine

People thinking they run it

The site is mine

To my folks up in New York, Ohio

The site is mine

Japan or Maldives

The site is mine