This is the type of shit
That get a Nigga hype as shit
The Mic's a stick of dynamite
The rhymes I write could light the wick
The punches hit like Tyson's fist
Displaying my insightfulness
Time to get off the pot or piss
No time for indecisiveness
Yo shout out to Emilio who saw the vision
Let's take it back to the great production matched with awesome writtens
No Arthritis just the rawest shit this authors written
Put on display so y'all can witness how the bars' exquisite
I'm so authentic I prefer you keep me far from gimmicks
You're witnessing a God MC just pray that all's forgiven
I'm far from timid, far as spitters just a small percentage
Are actually driven enough that they can cause collisions
I got no problems admitting I'm partially narcissistic
But in the realm of this rap shit who says that's not artistic
You best be talking larger digits trying to bargain with him
Cause on the level he's at nobody's larger than him
I know they've been sending threats I'm disregarding niggaz
Because I ain't get where I'm at by being bothered with them
I'm only f*cking with those that see the larger picture
I son the rest, highly regarded as a father figure
Chorus:
What's competition when you feel like you're the greatest doing it
My gift is Music so I'm spending every day pursuing it
Some niggaz hatin' and they choosing me to get into it with
To tell the truth I saw it coming, guess I'm So Intuitive
What's competition when you feel like you're the greatest doing it
My gift is Music so I'm spending every day pursuing it
Some niggaz hatin' and they choosing me to get into it with
To tell the truth I saw it coming, guess I'm So Intuitive
Verse#2:
A slow progression is always better than no progression
A local legend I became due to my vocal presence
I know some peasants who live life but they ignore the lessons
They run in circles, what you expect they got no direction
Don't know the reverend but, my creator keeps loading blessings
If I'm the vessel, it's safe to say I'm a loaded weapon
If effortless what I make it look, you don't know the effort
I'll let you see in a moment so just hold on a second
Cause there's some misconceptions first we gotta get it right
From your perspective maybe God gave me the gift to write
It's deeper than that and the way you think that shit is light
I tell the future through these bars that's the gift of sight
I saw my future in the stars selling nics at night (Nick at Nite)
Some hated on me, said I'm tripping like I'm Dick Van Dyke
They let these bitches come bewitch em', that's a different life
I dream of Jeannie's in bikinis with a spliff to light
I do transform inside this booth no need for kryptonite
I become unstoppable as soon as I grip the mic
And while you phony niggaz looking for some shit to write
I reminisce I don't recite to me this shit is life
I give advice but on this level I don't get advice
Cause I surpassed my predecessors and then did it twice
To competition, I'm the bump they're hearing in the night
You feel the freight, soon as a Nigga come dim the lights
Chorus:
What's competition when you feel like you're the greatest doing it
My gift is Music so I'm spending every day pursuing it
Some niggaz hatin' and they choosing me to get into it with
To tell the truth I saw it coming, guess I'm So Intuitive
What's competition when you feel like you're the greatest doing it
My gift is Music so I'm spending every day pursuing it
Some niggaz hatin' and they choosing me to get into it with
To tell the truth I saw it coming, guess I'm So Intuitive