Hello class i'm inviting you to take a seat,
Show you how with timing in your rhyming you could break a beat
Until I meet my maker, making heaven seven days a week
I'm more like Penny Lane, no I aint raking dough like Baker Street.
Now I'm back like I left suttin'
The one no one will wanna press, the red button.
College kid persona's gone and got your friend looking
Life's a bitch, you''ll get your fucking but she'll tell that you meant nothing
I was born the beginning of the nineties
Schoolwork more ticks than my Nike's
Highly likely find my psyche on the mic please,
Yeah, we can't be separated - siamese.
I spin the track around the planet like it's orbiting,
I spit the rap to hit the store affording warbutons,
It's in demand therefore I'll warn you all to get your order in
Hear my thoughts on borderline disorder we were brought up in,


The world is yours according to the corner mode of thought,
Reported in the vocal chord recordings always hoping for,
Cash in hand, a turn to handle it will open doors
To candlelit dinners wit sinners sampling their chosen course,
In the of restaurants, expensive ones you know the sort
Wanting the twenty seven yachts, not knowing it's going overboard.
Dream of benefits, while you are getting no support
Broke like the law, when what you own is stole not only bought,
Life is a bitch, so the suicidal chose divorce
Getting to know the force like Kenobi by the close of court,
You'll be solo in a cell, feeling foolish cos you knew the risk,
And now the state control you, like a nucleus
It's ludicrous, but I relate like a second cousin
Distantly, my history is full of getting nothing,
Outside a label lobby, I'm forever buzzing
It's one in seven dozen,
They'd be ever letting Muz in, fuck that
See I could do it independently,
Not for a spending spree or models all befriending me
See my family depend on me

Teaching each and every MC, diplomas in the art of rap
Hip Hop is immortal, we aint here to make a martyr track
When I'm gone, I leave you music as an artifact,
Try to arrest me like a cardiac, you'll catch a heart attack
Rapped for five years, - brilliant for half of that,
With whereabouts unknown, like where the fuck my fathers at,
Suave like Sinatra, smart like Sartres,
Words have beauty like the fruit in forests of Sumatra
But sharper than Katana's so you best go fetch your armor
When there's drama, I'm calm my palms drier than sahara,
Grains, brains ablaze like flames of intifadas in Gaza,
My lyrics harder, sitting spitting out the stardust
No money in my card plus, how you could you be heartless?
I wanted to make a living, now I'd die to be an artist
Getting royalties, paying lawyer fees, so my mum can afford
To get the court decrees and money we're owed
Its a troubling road, that brought me to the present
And my suffering showed, represented with the pens ink,
Make the hardest rapper soften up and then begin to look as weak as N-Sync.
That's what I'm doing on the regular,
I'm out of this world welcome to my nebula,
We all got stars to reach, these are lines are for life
While my heart can beat.