This is a song about "Crowd"

Cut beats, i'm a fucking word surgeon

Raps so hot got the whole crowd burnin'

Let the crowd choose who can last longer

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

When you doin the business, never follow the crowd

In the back seat and it's getting quite loud

Freestyle to a beat if front of a crowd

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

Concentrate hum a sound, start to overcome the crowd,

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

The crowd keeps chanting go teezy go

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

Like soap when i put my clothes on, i’m joking but i be foamed out

And just came to realize that she's standing in a crowd

Slowly round me gathers a crowd

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route