Everybody know I got the jazz feel

The Razadaz deal

The spaz wheel

Will hit you with a bag full of steel

I has real pizazz

Whereas

The mass appeal

Into gas fields

Composed of glass shields

I yields

Into backgrounds

You despise how the fact sound

So you listen to lies so you gonna die you dies

Hearing cries and cries

Of other rappers on the side lines

Timelines

Getting screwed up and chewed up and threw up

Into the belly of the beast

I feast

With the least protection

I grew some increased detection

Ceased inspection, the number 1 East selection

Who had came to annihilate your convention into suspension

In case I forgot to mention I'm best one rapping,

The rest are trapping and tapping their strapping what they're unwrapping

And capping always on the mic I'm snapping and packing and mapping

My city and all other committees who's with me

I got a lot of cold things to talk about

You know I'm walking out

The building lobby

Know this rapping ain't a hobby

Seven Hundred in rap years

A real job is put in rap careers

Upon the practice tears

And simple status fears

It's never ending,

I'm still defending the will extending I'm really ascending, no pretending when transcending or lending

To the atmosphere, yo we don't practice here

I'm rapping till the end of time now the fact is here

Let's go