Ayee Bitch,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 they don't know I'm ill til they test me I lay so many bars Good 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 a bad man but I'm out the cage like a trustee hello Jesus it's your poster child 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 I'm ahead of my time, dont get ahead of yourself Bitch