I'm a rap star menace, with bars from the furnace. and you keep getting them free, like a late pizza delivery. I'm here to fill you up, with good music from the base. the dough needs to be stacked up, this is the wake up. hell fire on the low, I'm out here waiting for my blow. like an undercover cop, plus im heavy armed. something like a body builder, yes I've moved weight. yeah I'm not perfect, but I'm Hella hungry. with a sharp survival instinct, I know how to pray. so its a problem, when i don't say my grace. this isnt up for debate, i mean im hot cant you tell. im hundred percent real, care to feel how i feel? cause i know pain, enough to drive a grown man - insane and out of commission. no need to further explain, the blessings speak for themselves. I'm sounding heavenly sent, i mean i do this on my phone. on my way to work, and thats how you put in a 8-5. the wake up....