Love flowing over beats on a hot track,
My lyrics so serious given the beat a heart attack.
flowin so slick, my spit, flows like liquid,
I just roll wit it, I'm wicked,
No need to get specific,
I rather just rip it,
I'm so sick wit it,
the quick witt,
Its so ridic,
These critics,
just rip,
They tripping,
They joke on us
Getting me so hot,
I combust,
and bust spontaneous,
Grabbing the mic,
playing two hand touch,
Like I'm Tony Touch,
so dope, they fienin for us,
Getting high off the rush
Fans bobbing their head,
I'm on tour,
Spitting rhythms galore,
my fans roar,
from the dance floor
screaming from more...
It use to be a dream
not anymore,
my girl sitting front row,
Went from poor,
To no worries anymore,
My passion put a foot in the door,
The love for my fans, 100% pure
Without them, is me no more
With them,
I pulled the ceiling off the sky,
down to the floor,
so limits don't exist anymore.