[Verse 1] Original chucks on laced up like I'm taking them on a run They're begging me not to kill it I tell them I'm having fun They're asking me how I do it I tell them get on the rail Meaning get on your grind I'm ready now what's the deal My size 11s skate on the surface like hovercrafts A superhero you think that I was a Thundercat I run with villains my village calling me son of Sam Simply cause when I come around they st-st-st-stuttering My body's tatted they say I look like graffiti That's why I be on the roll these regulars try to read me The way that people be staring you'd think that I was a TV But when it comes to the haters I cannot see them like Stevie But I be seeing repeats of dead rappers like 6th sense My competition ain't worth nothing like 6 cents Misfit I swear I'm sick shit you'd think I was Ryan Sheckler by the way I make the kicks flip Too cool hands shakes and dap serving all of these fools like pancakes and snacks Whoever thought that I wouldn’t be damaging the tracks Was pulling they own legs like hamstrings and calves
[Hook] I am the only great white Body look like a canvas skin is covered with tats and my chucks are always the classics look like I'm in the past Turn the noise up 100 words and running Turn the noise up What'd I tell these people Turn the noise up Transformer tatted on my arm like a droid, YUP! I am the only great white Anytime's my time everyday is grind time no chain needed I am just a star Kells Turn the noise up 100 words and running turn the noise up What'd I tell these people Turn the noise up Best rapper alive who? Kells, Kells
[Verse 2] Uh, I'm so beyond my time the Michael Angelo of the second millenium I roll it up and get higher than condominiums My rap's braille the way the people be feelin' 'em Midwest all the way to the other side of the Meridian Back back EST is in the spot now We be the crew all of these fools try to jock now The type of dudes that'll make ya mouth drop down Faces looking twisted like we guzzlin' Ciroc down We're just city slickers in search of them bigger figures This is more than a game my business isn't a scrimmage And I be with the sickest cause I'm trying to be the illest with them Die Hard fans like Bruce Willis Pow pow I'm in the cut like alcohol in the wound But I'm tripping like I popped Adderall on the moon Focused on killing tracks like I'm rapping them from the tomb R.I.P. to this instrumental lighters up for the tunes Every morning I wake up and put my fitted on Which means every day I wake and put my city on Cleveland we ready just turn the MIDI on Kid Kells, feeling like a million gone