November 22nd, 2013, battle tested I dropped so many projects this year I should sign a lease agreement for that spot in your ear I am now that voice inside of your head, so raspy Tellin' you to reach for the sky, they can't grasp me But I am still speakin' 'bout a decade plus They wanted me swept under the rug so I won’t get paid much They wanted me broke down, so clown I would’ve thrown out, my crown Before I even got a chance to rock it, I think they know now This ain’t no flute flingin’ gimmick trend-rider It hadn’t been liver than the pussy insiders We blend the poppin’ so, hip-rock n roll And if you two sip with a fat-on I ‘spose you gotta go It started back when I was battling cats at pack And every Saturday I’d have to travel some miles on the map From Hollywood to Kendell, Kendell and back again I’d study up with H and bland, serum and I’d rap with gin Me and borabis and my broke-down Honda Sippin’ long-islands and a lofty cloud of marijuana I wanna make it honour, national show when I’m a Leave out this bitch with honours I know you see me mama It was all a dream, it’s so surreal now A bunch of rappers tryin’ to tear down the clear sound Shout out to mindshift, J-pure manoeuvres to Miami in the 90s was a jungle we’d manoeuvre through This is from parable, shakespear, Johnny five Logics, a thousand thoughts, minus-ing those not alive Spawn live chaos on it when the beat play Then misusing all the DJs that try by twelve on replay I went to MTV to battle strong for all of y’all And the effect it had on me ain’t really hard to call Peace to sworn on blind fury by us Rob-G KCs who mic the menace night life, and who me? I’m the mayday spitter livin’ out the block Livin’ inside a world today where many styles are not free Instead of getting’ props, they bring props to battle with I still love it though, the beat, the skill, the ratchet shit Inside my heart I’m still a gladiator Who turns his back upon ceaser and walks out in a mask of vapours And loves the smell of blood risin’ from the sneaker soles And keeps a demon underneath him just to keep him cold In this world you either strike fast or strike out This whole world’s a bout I’m tryin’ to climb out Whether it’s MCs or labels, envy or fables You keep your head above them sinkin’ halos Shit I see enemies lurkin’ behind the candelabra Ghostin’ it at random, I’m phantom of the opera Twisted in tandom and damaging’ all my lavish chakras Well what the fuck are we doin’ here on the planet mobster? Years later I’m just tryin’ to survive And bring the music to the people it goes up in my mind I know I’m thirty now but that don’t mean nothin’ to mine Truthfully I think I’ve entered my prime
And to my new fam I got ridin’ with snake ‘n’ bat pieces I’m trying to be that genius with the rap thesis I’m trying to smash that CD like its half freezing This year ain’t even over yet and we’ve been vast scheming Signin’ off the rap contestant with bad intensions Out of tension bitin’ tongues to keep from sad investments You gotta come to rattle fences in this mad dimension Cause to survive it’s on right that you be battle tested (Battle tested)