Interlude

Am I still too old to be considered rapping?
When these other young niggas talking 'bout they still trapping?
Is the 20s too old for me to blow?
Should I just pack it up and go?
Or should I just keep droppin' more shit?
Am I just gonna sit back and forfeit?
Or will I stay and keep exposing rap cancer?
Maybe that's the answer...

Outro

Well, this is it, ladies and gentlemen. We hoped you enjoy the ride. But before we go, our host has a few last words to say.

This is the conclusion
To the solution
For these mumble rapper illusions
Leaving the hip-hop vets in confusion
Of how they were able
To come in the game with them fables
Not talking bout the game, but these rappers are lame
It's a goddamn shame
That they took to that clone shit
But they ain't Neptunes
Their careers will end soon
To that shit, I'm immune
It's nonsensical
Incomprehensible
Rap sheet is out, now you're indefensible
But enough of that
I'm wrapping this up

Throw your flows in the back of the truck
The way you rhyme, you sounding like Daffy the Duck

Got me in the cut, laughing it up
But fuck who gassin' him up

This is the outro, I'm out, though

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This is the end of this

But it's the genesis

Of my career

Leave 'em shaking in fear

2018 is my year

Get clear, cuz I'm bout to blow up

With sick flows that I throw up

Sometimes I rap like the Flash, sometimes I slow up

#stillcalling

When I first got into hip-hop, it wasn't always for the passion
Back when I was little, it was all about the fashion
The shoes, the hats, the jewelry, the cars, the cash and
All the other shit the rappers on TV was always flashin'

But then I had to change the way that I view things

When I was 13, and listening to Wu-Tang

C.R.E.A.M., Tical, Protect Ya Neck, and Triumph

Listening to how Inspectah Deck was droppin' that science

First time I tried rhyming, I was anything but nice

Believed to be the best, and never took any advice

Then I took up beatmaking

Came across FL Studio, but lessons I wasn't taking
Posting beats on YouTube, hoping for a chance of recognition
But they overlooked me, and never gave a chance to listen
That was when I started to rhyme again
After listening to the War Report by CNN
Put out my first tape trying to get my music out
Looking back then, it just sounds kinda stupid now
Took a five-month break and wrote some more shit
My bond with the lyrics growing tighter than a corset
Continuing to master with the passion still calling me
Rest of the story? Just wait and see, because there's more to me