This is a song about "Originality that s me"

Look, just remember how that winning taste

Scratch my back all of that it get s me crazed

Where your whereabouts baby? i care about you lady

Listened to hip hop and thoght i am not alone that´s all crazy

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

Time for you to s u c c u m b, to ma truth and see me big

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

That´s when i started to rhyme words at the navy

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

With 2 15's n a 400 watt amp, had me intrigued as to see what's next.

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Originality, i wish to restore