Upon looseleafs I sink the ink distinctive, pinpointing your extinction
I know rhyme skills so well you think I'm cheating
But ain't no referees on the field, it's every emcee for his own
Stiff-arming all defenders, you think I live in the endzone
I be the one tuggin' on goalposts and tearing 'em down for victory
Got the crowd doing the wave as I defeat entire leagues lyrically
Check my history I've got numerous volumes of manuscripts
About the emcees I put to shame and every last mic that I ripped
My credibility is documented so don't think it's overnight
You wanna put me on the spot to reinforce that I am really tight
So for a freestyle I display enough skills to appetize it
But for paystyle I go for fulfillment and supersize it
First I connect it top to bottom like stalactites and mites
Then morph into a murder of crows excelling off to new heights
On dark nights the highlights of my thesis reveal a constellation brightly lit
Taking shape of multi-platnium hits
But it ain't about the money; you can't put a price on what I inscribe
It's about being true to self, keeping the peace, and staying alive
You ain't knowin'; one tight song doesn't make a fat CD
What most emcees lack nowadays is something called originality
My destiny I'm holdin' once again you ain't knowin'
Where I've been or where I'm going and the dues I put in
Once again you ain't knowin'
Once again, once again
I don't believe in fortune cookies or the pages of a horoscope
Don't need an entourage to keep my ego afloat
Don't own different transportation for every day of the week
And won't defamate your character with my freedom of speech
Well let me speak upon imposters and the lifestyle that they front
Talkin' bout they livin' like big Will, it's more like Willie lump lump
And when you drop it, the topics the same, get out the cockpit
If ya can't pilot your own plane it's best you dock it
I've tried to stop it by picketing but still they pocket
The royalties off the track, talk the talk but can they walk it
I'll pull your card and expose it cause I don't like to play with jokers
Your style is misdealt like bad poker; mine is wet like super soaker
I choke you without puttin' my hands to your throat
I use mind power to penalize and supply the antidote
I make the invisible visible and leave your consciousness shook
My flow is off the wall, off the rocker, off the hinges, off the hook
It's metaphoric of course, what you thought
My corridor contains plots
To overthrow those who exploit themselves to go pop