My status was hiatus now I’m back to business
The proof is in the pudding I don’t need a witness
If you care about my whereabouts
I’ve been where the mind is intertwined with artistry and taking care of business
Being indie is not glamorous it’s arduous
Even tho’ penning a polemic never hard to us
Never cared what your massa feel
Didn’t have to compromise to get the Mass Appeal
I’ve got the Nasa feel when i’m in my space mode
Yes I, esquire, I can get the case closed
That’s a closer for the simpletons
I love love like the start of a game in Wimbledon
Musically I’m Hamilton, Lewis when it’s race mode
Physically it’s humbling to win as the days go
Watch the party die when they give their manifesto
Hands in the sky when they come to see Festo
Now I’m rapping like the mortgage due
In awe so their hands on they face like peek a boo
Picture you, front row, pound for pound Tank davis
Watching them not box me in I’m God’s favorite
Fuck all sadists my pain is not pleasure nor contagious
This is grown man shit versus all ages
I’m the beacon of hope type no mavis
E be Ghana where I’m from, e be Ghana were I dey
Where the youth dem protest and detest galamsey
And posterity in tears she dey worry about today
So amidst all the cheers
And the champagne flutes doing klink klink
All the ghetto youths taking shots not mixed drinks
Let me set it straight no chaser that’s my inkling
Wu-Tang forever that’s a clever killer bee sting
Beasting, for the bread I’m so unevolved
Watching dough rise like there’s yeast involved
Dem love money so I threw that in there
I’m a magician conjure smiles outta thin air
Loving me is hard, for my fans I duly understand
I’m truly just a man a gifted one amongst your clan
Let’s get free this freestyle will exonerate
So when I drop the tape you’ll say it’s well worth the wait
…wait