Underestimated my following/ "gave our dollars to the pre-order Column so what the problem is? Said you was droppin' it and then turned around did the opposite, lining your pockets, you gotta lot of nerve to be opting this"

I guess I bit of more than I can chew, let’s not excuse my tardiness I’d like to apologize to the audience.. not like I’ve been partying/ promise not being fraudulent I’ve been in homestead like a privatizing Rothbardian/

Part of a parliament that’s a problem I plan on abolishing cause a ruckus I’ll Best the freggin' product you wallow in / And All that talking I ain’t buying what you offering/ You bout as intimidating and soft as what your daughter is.

You been a fake and yet you still hating/ Ya Can’t knock me 'Cause I been through Olympic trials of tribulations/ Been on this grind and walked many miles to get his cake in now I’m going ape like I’m a Saiyan.. quit playing with me/ 'Cause I’m a lot to deal with/ I don’t acknowledge you because you too retarded to understand my skill set/ So when I kick this knowledge it’s gone fly over your Ill head/ so polish up your mind real fast so I don’t feel bad/

I went from being broke to being hopeful/ From standing on the post to going postal, I’m posta be on a poster/competition’s toast because im vocal/ a bar for you and you like I am Oprah. You should get off the sofa.

Or the soapbox, going at me I hope not/ you attacking with no plot/ 'Cause you act like a robot/ you move when you told to move... you a puppet with a master I’m the antithesis that’s why I’m opposed to you/

I’m the whack rapper back snapper used to be the gat capper/ now I’m spitting raps from the Adam’s apple/ Better back peddle for you get the best out him, that battle’s not what you want back back that up/

Average guys... asking me how I smash these beats if I told you, I'd have to fold you bro that's classified/ Don't like to brag but I had to boast, it's a fad of mine/ So please don't be sad when the pen meets pad, with that in mind/

I think it's asinine, that people whine like a busta because they life don't measure up to another sucka/ What type of light might tail tucker I don't support ya, tactics the way that you battling ain't gone cut the mustard/

You seem like you a teen wife/ not prepared for this mean life/ not even aware, ya just see a green light/ I think you mean right but you look at me like/ an alien in the night/ if I'm the A then you the Z type.

The Proto...is me bro........you can try dress it up, when I'm in street clothes, I still peak so..ha, probably one of the few lies I ever told that's because I don't peak I just grow