Tis the season my microphone has bin beaten
and battered this aint a cake walk of rhyming without a reason Im shattered,
my mind has travelled and never returned my thoughts have bin scattered
Flirting with death everytime you get me upset Im so flattered
When theres blood in the water I tend to go even deeper
Cuz what you see on the surface doesnt look like a liter (leader)
And yet he's calling the shots who died and made you king?
I took the throne and found my home dont push the one pulling the strings
Young and gifted but they dont wanna admit it
They tell me all that Im missing I ask em whos gonna get it
The criticism is crazy cuz they are nothing but lazy
regardless they will not phase me, a promise and not a maybe
Another one for the books, page turner for storytellers
Ive bin ripping everything and still would have a bestseller (pages ripping)
Now that its over they can come out to play
Destroying their careers has bin making my day
