it's ken again baby back up in that mothafuckin ass shit what you know about this idk fuck it i'll just rap i never fit in with kids at school i had a tendency to fear if they were peerin near me but me and music, see, are kindred spirits you can't get near the level that i'm at i'm veerin farther than the competition on any given day i'll decomission the opposition with jots and writtens that i did and it's just so unfair to see emcees weak and buckle under pressure b see i'm a mess of a man stressed and fed up with checks that i can't manage with so mad i can't function fuckin up at every junction sucked in to a slump stuck and i can't get up from so fuck it i'm just cumbersome under guns i'll muster through it plunder music with my one's and two's i'm fuckin you up bruisin losin every shred of sanity i'll gladly dead the man in me to get this vanity i'm manicly grabbin at and laugh at the past b you see this music? it's just how i do it i sound the truest pound the booth and i don't pout or lose it