Shooting for the stars I'm an astronaut you say that you're a goat I put you in a curry pot I get it popping like a fist full of dread locks on a clean beat I get funky as a gym sock they don't know I'm ill til they test me I lay so many bars My vocab looks arrested God flow, I can get on a track and bless it side shows, I call my competition They ain't ready I'm cold as the winter soldier Avengers Bucky a bad man but I'm out the cage like a trustee hello Rap Fame, it's your poster childon bout to renovate cuz I plan to be here a while so ya better learn my name like the school teacher cuz I'm bout to run the game I'll see you in the bleachers you can't see me like my mode is stealth I'm ahead of my time, dont get ahead of yourself0 The truth hurts, hard pill to swallow. Leader of the pack, I'll never follow. You can't see that, Where's ya head, Sleepy Hollow, Pen game sick, Spit gospel, write a novel. Fire in the booth, Make mics melt, Put ya soul on the track, They hate love ya self. It's all about expression, it The truth hurts,