Fuckin' hand it, I'm scrambling for an antidote
I go bananas and gobble rappers like cantoloupes
I'm the brown bandit and nobly underrated
Spit flames back in Hell and hope Satan'll take 'em
I build up, my feet up and still stuck
Any wrong that I made, that gate has been sealed up
My commitment wasn't there, I was having it real rough
'Til Dizzy said I'm dope and then my confidence builds up
Let's get it back
I've been pushing pen and pad ever since then
Now, everybody else, I'm up against them
Finally understand that I can fly above these fеnces
Kamehameha as it еnds them
I suggest you get down in the trenches
My words can break the writers block
I'm shutting down my left brain, mostly 'cause I write a lot
I'm the dom, better be giving me all that I want
Think I'm an enemy? You ain't a friend to me
Snap of the fingers then you're gone, poof
I write a book then I shot the lines and the proof
Dodging underwater minds to get my hands up on the roof
They try to land upon the ground and slowly pick apart the roots
Another hooded supervillain like I'm Victor von Doom, boom
Can't let 'em down so I'm going up
Look, I got the gut suckers with the weak stomach busy throwing up
Seems like all the gold is right in front of my face
I drop bombs on the track but not because of my race
I'm parallel to the Hell that I'll finally escape
Flippin' scribblin' my signature to sign on a tape
Now I'm holding onto something that I've tried to erase
But I've been writing in ink, so it ain't going away
This the last straw, bumpin' 'til we break the fuckin' asphalt
Zombie soundin' motherfuckers puffing on they basalt
Hung up on the last call, let me get my numbers right
I'm over while you underwrite
Drop the mic, that's all (The mic, that's all)