how you posed to be a rapper when you ain't got no content, lyrics that I'm spitting you can tell it's straight nonsense, I'll with the flows off the top you'd get nautious, stop this, bring it back off the top imma rock this, pop shit, pop style on the mic when I write, ain't no telling when Ill turn down, Peter piper picked a pepper then bounced, wake every day living in a glass house, stepping in the game breathing flames unannounced, and banging em out, all the lames on the couch, only mumble and shout, putting hip hop in doubt, but I'm raising much higher, fluid on the beat I'm the lighter, I be that man right beside ya, been a real one since diapers, down for the cause imma rider, yeah