This is a song about "Outgoing philosopher"

A queer,a seer, whoever it is, prepare to have fear,

My life's based upon what i'mma do this year

Without my crew and me, slurring words and spitting so loosely but its so fast its

Got shit so complex that even if a scientist in quantum mechanics,

I can get intellectual on a track or turn barbaric and start to bash

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

Bring the battering ram where you live

'cause thee mes-sage is in-fec-ted with

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Bold as a poet, story's foretold n' i know it, chosen to be thrown with opponents

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

You call yourself an emcee, i call you a poet,

I'm takin' notes, havana flow, i'm feelin' special

What makes you think you can step to this intellectual?

Weight on my chest like i body build

I get on with my life as a scientist,