(Verse 1)
Yo I always made music on a page instead of computer
Blazin' the buddah like there's no way he could be the future
Cause I've chosen to take the lane with the least consumers
So in other words you couldn't pay me to keep it truer
Patiently flow till the day he would blow
By takin' the road paved by AG and Show
Till it made me a pro and an unstoppable top voice
Which means that I'm only less popular by choice
So I could study while takin' this tradition in
From stages they were rippin' to the crates that they were diggin' in
From Switzerland to Michigan we came with the bars
Facin' blunts like a Don boss puffin' cigars
Like now you wanna bust some raps and try to fuck with stat
I don't know what you're puffin' on but musta been some dust in that
I only speak to the track, that's why I spaz on it
So keep the feedback jackass I didn't ask for it
(Verse 2)
Yo I was chosen from the scriptures with this gift that I got
So I ain't posin' for pictures so they could give me a spot
I'm exposin' this fuckin' gimmick for the shit that he's not
And unload on this drunken bigget for the shit that he pop
It's only other peole's ignorance that force me sin
Please forgive me for this venom to the lord I repent
It's just they only support when I show them in private
Then ignore and don't acknowledge it when I publically drop it
Pennin' words nonstop as they fuel me with their doubt
Then spit a verse like I got a hocked loogie in my mouth
(Hwak tuu) This is how I release anger
For those who know me as Sam, Stat's a complete stranger
Danger! So these mics I grab and let the passion rush
Till I get callouses like wood bats with no batting gloves
So batter up cause for most my youth was mad as fuck
Shit was tough, compared to you I probably had it rough
(Verse 3)
Yo in Allah's name, I grab mics to evolve pain
And change it, turn it into sacred greatness
Praises due to God's grade and abound
Love for all walks of life, I'm not playin' around
What! Violators will be dealt with I dare you
Step into the square I guarantee you'll get an earful
Go from arrogant to embarrassed and bend
Humiliated so bad he won't be rappin' again
Damn, now you got me feelin' bad in a sense
Like how's the crowd gonna react after I smack him to shreds
Bitch, Mr. Big Shot cause he got a clever buzz
But this is Hip Hop, somethin' that you never was
Front like my shit ain't hot I'm goin' spaztic
Similar to schizophrenic accidental blackouts
Now peep the madness, there's no way that MC's could match this
To show shame holds more tears than sadness
(Verse 4)
Ayo I testify, I'm probably one of the best alive
But love this beat too much to let this instrumental ride
That's why this main course is comin' with an extra side
Of shredded motz over tator tots and special fries
To serve you with a 4th verse on a separate pie
I'm workin' double shifts 12 to 9 and 10 to 5
Compared to me the best that you could be is next in line
The top 5 I'll let stay but the rest'll fry
As payback for all the women you objectify
I'll put you in a waterpark on an electric slide
You sound legit on the record but unimpressive live
Plus not to mention every rhyme is a pathetic lie
So when I call you out for it don't even question why
Got me on a rabbis bitten pit inside the kennel vibe
So mic check, anyone who wanna test'll die
Or reconcile for forgiveness and repent to God
Longtime Style P collaborator Fortes serves up instrumental versions of eight of his productions for the New York rapper. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 22, 2020
