Straight out the smooth dungeons of rap, the silver and gold drop deep, where they sleep beyond the walls of the keep, while people weep without money to keep. They take a leap for the silver. They take a leap for the gold. They take a leap for the people. They take a leap for the mold. This is for exposure. This is for closure. This is for the culture. Here I roll, like a big Boulder. Rain coming right down on my shoulders, as it keeps getting much more colder. But now I’m bolder. I never could’ve told ya. But now I owe ya and it’s like I already know ya and I can show ya that I can really really hold up my desperation and my reputation cause I’m bouta pull up with an education and the information about the situation and the justification and the elevation of the heights of creation. I’m chopping through trees like a butcher with an axe, going to my max, spitting facts, holding plaques cause I’m back, back from imagination this is reality. I’m calculating the technicalities, all the abnormalities, formalities, immortalities, the mentalities of the people, unequal, non lethal, the old me to the bold me, the known me to the grown me.