They picked me like duck duck goose it,The new leader is now music,but they abuse it,boundle of oranges in my mind let me juice it,the hatred let me reduce it,tag with the devil but whose it,he been looking for me for a while, im the needle in the pile,so all I do is smile,pick up my pen I'm feeling hostile, give me one foot of paper I go the whole mile,ima build a new nation with my artistic style,one law be free,my pen burning this paper third degree,my flow sick hepatitis b,success called but no caller id,life a game with no referee,you sitting on the bench I gotta disagree,don't wait till the last quarter to score,in the first you should have went to war,no team mate to be accounted for,I speak up your the Lion without the roar,they waiting for us like a trap door,I may not be who you sent for ,but I got food for thought like a grocery store,