I'm taking a chance on rappin Gotta make the juice I'm out for dead presidents like John Wilkes Booth Try to draw me like some angles, boy Im obtuse And when I dress to impress you can say I'm  acute 90 degrees vertically but even counting my SIN im still just ONE man One heart With one plan Cus its quality over quantity And my quality is quantified Personified the rhyme Improvise every line Wordplay to stand the test of time Boy this is no laughing matter Im laughing at you rappers You wannabe marshall manthers I wannabe me when I rap on a beat You can't perceive the hurt beneath these eyes Insensitive but in sentiment for the homies Ive hurt For the people I put in a hearse For the hearts I broke I write a verse put my thoughts in my pen Cus its my only real friend The one who won't ever leave me be when the demons present in come out and feasts on everyone elses insecurities