Wordplay multi metaphor and rhyme
My way to the fame that I crave to my grave
The man for which I say all work no play
In this world with a legacy in spoken word legendary
To see what I have seen and be where I have been
To be or not to be ah nah I gotta be
Burning hot like the flame gettin in the game
Change my name and it'll never be the same
Prophecy of the prodigy mentally and physically
There to represent the current state here to resent my empty plate
It is what it is growing up
While I'm goin up sky high feelin like I'm so fly
Goin all night alright
Romanticize the anthracite
Ain't gonna make it right
Just gotta have the sight
To interpret the signs
With all this time a mine
Stay true and you come to find
Some man of his word
Roll it up not no more
Rollin up to the store
I get what I want
Always tryna get blunt
Foresee what I'm tryna be
It's all me but not for me
I appreciate the haters
They're my greatest motivators
Hit em up like what's up
When will I be enough
For ya'll to recognize
The life you strive is the life I live
Wordplay multi metaphor and rhyme
My way to the fame that I crave to my grave
The man for which I say all work no play
In this world with a legacy in spoken word legendary
With the game
And the target on my name
Everyone be hatin cause I ain't the same
It's a shame that homeboy without the brain will never ever be able to relate
My time is short
Condensed and abbreviated
Dreams can't be insinuated
The pain is alleviated
When I drop my mic
And moonwalk like Mike
That's what I gotta do
To make it right
Goin all night alright
Romanticize the anthracite
Ain't gonna make it right
Just gotta have the sight
The freshest emcee of 2017
It's a goal but you better believe
Imma become the best you ever seen
The boy from dubtown's dreams are released
Wordplay multi metaphor and rhyme
My way to the fame that I crave to my grave
The man for which I say all work no play
In this world with a legacy in spoken word legendary
To see my whole future
Man that ain't suit ya
Homeboy it was never for ya
I deplore ya and your whore's Michael Kors ya
Ain't got nothing on Lazzo comma Jay
Boy I'll destroy ya
I'm coming for ya
Nail ya casket and write a Jay for ya