I sit down, pick up my pen, write down rhymes and sentences

You try to copy my flows, you cannot handle it. I'm shootin' out bars like a handgun, empty clips

I be runnin' on E, I be runnin' empty tanks

Cause y'all cannot handle the heat, I am spitting like a furnace

I flow, be so sick, it got my stomach churnin

I'm bringin' back the old school rap, I give it, purpose

Y'all wanna hear that new school rap, all that splurgin

On cars, on diamonds, on chains, and everything between

Y'all don't wanna listen to something that got some meaning

Or tell a story, I implore to go explore your psyche

Understand how your brain work, and then you might see the truth

About who you really are, who you might be. The trials and tribulations and actions to everything between

You gotta look out for the truth that's buried inside the lies

In news broadcasts, product placements

Look at your mind, not your eyes

Use something that's more intelligent

And if you can't, don't speak just cause it's relevant

We all got the habit of speaking out of turn

But that don't mean that we can't go out and go learn

About these different people, culture, and history

Don't ask someone about the race they are, set your boundaries

We're all human, we all have dreams when we're sound asleep

We all had to start from somewhere, now we're bound to see

A new life, a new hope, a new day, a new night

It don't matter to me, we just can't go fight

About mediocre differences, that just ain't right

So lift up your head, put your hands to the sky