Action...as the director screams...
Give me props...and not what's on the set for me...
but now i'm lost...cause it's like y'all expect less of me...
but it's my passion...so rappings what y'all get from me...
I've been schooling kids for years...they should gets degrees...
so ill burn em...third strike...thats the best degree...
with my words as my weapons...I could press ya keys...
and your buttons...no limits like ya text for free...
but fuck ya signal...it couldn't match my bars...
even my shoes couldn't help you walk my path for far...
my whole teams by my side...they got my back at large...
while ya cast is temporary like a fractured arm...
so as the lights shine...and my vision'll focus...
I'm chasing big dreams, you're too little to notice
I won't allow anybody to affect my moves...
each step thought out...I'm the best, I'll prove...

Act 2...the sequel...but the script is better...
know what I'm talkin bout? Or did you skip the lecture...
Its like we're playing Scrabble...but I got to pick my letters...
so in this game I'm the liter...u-nits of measure...
I'm like a teacher...take notes and try to follow this...
While I'm spitting food for though...you should try and swallow it...
Then regurgitate it...like a skinny model chick...
It's worth one shot like a mini bottle fits...
I'll never give up...if I'm tough and I'm worthless
Ill just use aquaphor since I'm rough on the surface...
You could skip this track...I'd give a fuck if you've heard it...
But if the critics ask...then I nothing but nervous...
So my head'll ache...regardless of the Tylenol...
And If I never set a date then I probably wouldn't write at all...
here it is...on record...my life in parts...
It'll twist ya fantasy's...and turn all light to dark...