when i open my mind, i realize real lies searching for a life in which i dont have to fantasize holdin this mic like an axe, this my battle cry i want your respect, who cares if your a fan or not in my spare time, i really like to plan alot one day ill make it big, like benny from sandlot if you think im mediocre, well maybe your not sober heres a clear glass to see im poppin like a soda scars on the flesh remind me i beat death i can conquer anything, life is the next step im on a different plain, i dont play any games serious like a heart attack, or the face of bane no need to explain, just every move every day i learn a new way to improve this aint a starter kit, this is what i do i just killed the mic, homie run the jewels