Текст песни
I may seem modest
But this brain juggles supreme knowledge
I don't read garbage exploding by it like Rasheed Wallace
Championship teams never champion your cheap dollars
Watch your words when of speaking of a man with extreme promise
Since a teen bombing, as an adult I was god
Who was foretold to bring the devil toward its demise
Formulating schemes to weather the storm forming in the sky
Was like a Ronin swordsman in pure form roaming in the Stuy
George Foreman in his prime tormented soul inside
My conversations skills was trash
But they would noticed when he would rhyme
Closed minded, four in the morning eating at Joe's Diner
Order meatloaf coming up from a deep slope when dough dried up
Depressed and anxious my intellect would turn to anguish
Cause when you stuck and confused anger becomes the best language
Would wreck bangers, then it's off to the next gambit
Bench press at the gym pec muscles expanding
Apple cider vinegar focus like Forest Whitaker
Who knew this daily journaling would turn historic literature
As time went on, I would get more and more particular
Of what beats I would spit on selecting a co-conspirator
But that's only the tip of the iceberg at night would say fight words
This knife a send you straight to the night nurse huh
Gregory Issac da legend is rising
Underground name buzzing like celebrity gossip