Текст песни
The flow wasn't always immaculate
Took a stab at it
Crafted it, over years
Manic shit
Blood, sweat and tears
There's love left in here
Enough to keep me set for years
A few tiers, some new gears, to kick into
Rip into beats like wrapped gifts
Re wrap it
My presence on this present like a re-gift
Got it and passed it
You novice
There's classes, who got him a masters?
A problem for rappers
Ya not even factors
I'm no elitist by nature
I dug deep on this paper
Repeated the labor
Well seasoned with flavor
I'm Top Chef, now, the rest bow
They kow tow to this bronx-style
Native spitter at pow wows
Spent a decade searching the earth and 7 seas
Landed at TME
Started planning my B&E
Met some dudes that was living what I was thinking
Hip hop, I was tripping, like I was sinking
Now I'm on pace
Haters can keep the long face
Caught in the wrong space
On airwaves or airspace
Get scared straight
Like troubled youth
Ruffled a few feathers along the way
Hard feelings have gone away
Went from shadow kicks with Johnny Cage on Sonya blade
Zoning while bumping Johnny blaze
Letting the ganja blaze
To being on my way, to mastering what I started
Blasting through all my targets
My journey up and down this boulevard was full of art
Learned to pull ya heart strings
As well as pull ya card
I do my part to keep the game fresh
In the same breath
Shit is classical
Dragon flew out the mandible
Masterful tracks, I do stand the test of time
A paperbacks worth of facts in just one line
Of spit fire that got 'em falling like trip wire
Wasn't shit prior to all of my fucking misfires