the game the way i see it

expand my horizon like an extension to this world

plotting on my rhyme scheme while the smoke twirl

diamond in the rough planted next to the pearls

disgusted by the state of the genre it makes me hurl

bringing over the sweet flavour that gives off the lyrical madness

got a replay value but im still awaiting on creating a classic

enter the rap game and im still going hard at it

felt depressed for a bit expressing sorrow and sadness

i find beauty in a bit of everything even girls who look ratchet

looking out for a higher concept and be able to grasp it

team up with certain people but i see myself as a captain

im like homie who goes to taco bell i get to wrapping/rapping

every bit of my rhymes comes from the heart no acting

it hit you in the face like im throwing fits and slapping

and i aint gotta go to macdonald to get to macking

fighting over this rap shit we can get to scrapping

conistency i must admit is a bit lacking

moving the mountaint away let the surface flatten

zig zag the smoking sess you can tell the lungs damage

without a open chest civilized yet savage

slow down my tempo but once im in the fast lane im goin rapid

providing the rap product need to check up on the fabric

my music is like a big booty get a hold of it and slap it

but im switching my styles up once i hear the song from akon smack it

im going on date and never get catfish

like im lurking the lake with fishing rod

got my mind on my wrttinng but the business off

call over a delivery and eat some skitchobob

pay off the poor so the rich can starve

im putting out rap sick and hard