entering a new spectrum bars

going in as always I dont swtich the tempo

got the rap game in a head lock i could never risk and let go

gassing up rappers like the oil at petro

i rock with nine but i feel like letting the tech blow

excercising my mind it produce sweat though

enter a cypha they telling me to be the next to flow

rocking jewlerry every shape and set to glow

my money is dminishing in debt and slow

once i step my feet inside the studio i just rec and go

everybody is trying to be jayz but nobody wants to mess with hov

my mind is reloaded inject off and project the blow

paint a perfect picture my style is set to show

the game kept me hostage got tired off it like let me go

rapper throwing shots at me trying to test me bro

the main event but im trying to impress the hoast

micdrophone going down at cheap price

every situation where i feel dead broke redeem life

my existence flash in front of me i seen it twice

putting down knowledge pick it up and let me read it right

preserve my studio equipment its like i need a mic

but then i get in front of my computer thinikng to myself i need to write

go in the washroom fix up my teeth to keep them clean and white

make way outside trying dodge the druggies that fiends for white