True Vision

[Verse 1] They're saying that he insane, crazy, mind stands aiming I wonder who out there, the people gotta name me Lazy for a couple years, drowning in beers Picked up where I left off for head on my peers It seems I got styles, personality seems Boss type, light pep, [?] jeans I seen the whole rap game, sipping on lean But be the tension when it's mentioned, [?] He a five star general, analogue or digital Avant-garde, plus boom bap and minimal All things to those that plays original Throw bottles at the idols of the one dimension Come forth, Gather round and hear me speak [?] rhymes and the stones, we're for the people that ink Got sent back to the bottom when I reached my peek With the riddle I was given at the foot of the sphinx The rhyme - I construct one brick at the time It's impossible to top when you put out of line I hit the underground harder than a harder event Rappers fall like the third tower planes never hit, shit [Hook] This ain't your everyday rap, I got a true vision I do this for myself, man, I'm a musician Say yeah if you're feeling it (feeling it) Raise your hands if you feeling it (feeling it) This ain't your everyday rap, I got a true vision I do this for myself, man, I'm a musician Say yeah if you're feeling it (feeling it) Raise your hands if you feeling it (feeling it) [Verse 2] They wanna know if Print's real, well, I can't stay I'm too hard to find, my crib is the back cave The block where they got sprayed, under covers masquerade It used to be worst back in the day Mean Bean got locked up and passed away You can take life and run, or you can sneak in the back way [?] is the rap where soul is half away Moving at the speed of light, switching to the fast lane 24 boss and 48 loss of power Every time I rhyme my street buzz gets louder I'm [?] inhaling lines, I'm gun powder Running down our streets, chasing down cowards Cops go out of their way to send me subliminals Cause they're working 9 to 5 for a wave just minimal But I'mma keep it cool and still smile in their face Till they master up enough heart to call me my name Busy rhyming for your mens, I rhyme for the fans Just more in [?], I got too much charm on their hands If I'm really as small as they say that I am Then way would distancing me be a way of advance? Please, you know my [?] rolling on MTV Probably rocking dirty jeans with a whole in me I woke up in the spot, with all dollar looking dummie And walk out with something soft, plus three numbers Whether making songs, making out or making cream You better know that throw backs the only you'll make the team Slang weed, or slang CDs it's all the same in me Cause I'm compelled to the same degree without a fight You can take a fang from me I earned my spot, nobody ever gave it to me So don't play with me Because you gotta be a [?] that gained fame for me [Hook] This ain't your everyday rap, I got a true vision I do this for myself, man, I'm a musician Say yeah if you're feeling it (feeling it) Raise your hands if you feeling it (feeling it) This ain't your everyday rap, I got a true vision I do this for myself, man, I'm a musician Say yeah if you're feeling it (feeling it) Raise your hands if you feeling it (feeling it)