Yeah, stop fooling around, why does everyone have so much to say Everyone’s so busy witch hunting and group beating It’s a culture made for the strong Played by uselessness, but still so fun In junior high school, I was more used to the brush, not the pen Faltered a bit in high school, but then I grabbed a mic The shouts heard all across Okubo complete me (Fucked up just chillin this track) Everyone and their mothers whimper thinking it’s hip hop Don’t think easy of it It changes with every breath, and I know that This isn’t a bluff, I could sell my soul for inspiration I put my life on the line to climb those mountains (huh huh huh huh) I’ve run out of breath, it’s hard to breathe I have no interest in this small game, I’m cockier for more