Young and gifted my tongues prolific
in the beached bungalow is how i brung in christmas
from the streets ima flow from the hungriest districts
switch kicks, crisp when i come to them picnics
play it slow, paper chase, stack, and lay low
range rov, tinted all black the same old
psychic mind, writes his ryhmes
still turn the new leaf on my life of crime
no concerns with new beef whos as nice as i'm
its confirmed from feet i'm still a sniper blind
built my fame, spilt my pain
politicing daily still tryn to milk the game
its obvious that i'm real rap skills remain
i took some change and i'm still the same..