The Visionary (Intro)

[Spoken Intro] A visionary, a person who sees visions; a person with unusually keen foresight; a dreamer. Some see a visionary’s ideas as unpractical or unrealistic. But a visionary such as myself considers these ideas, and visions, and dreams as just the beginning of something great. Sort of like the link in the chain of events that leads to something historical or monumental. And this mixtape is just the first chapter. My opportunity to show and prove, and open up all these close-minded ass niggas. I’d like to thank you, and I wanna ask you to enjoy [Verse] Welcome to the mind of a visionary Take a second to adjust to my intellect 80 minutes full of words of a genius You might wanna take a trip to your Kitchenette Get your popcorn popping, light a cigarette Grab a comfortable chair and relax Cause what you’re hearing’s like a script to a movie Projected in your ear when you listen to the tracks You’re probably skeptical You’re probably minutes away from cutting me off Like hair on your testicles (He ain’t respectable) But I promise a couple of years from now This tape will be a collectible I’m dissecting you I’ma open you up to intellectual lyricism you never knew With resurrecting a form of a broke no-name nigga with dope [thoughts?] in a throat that evokes propane Unsigned Hype, you should come sign twice Just pay me your attention as a one-time price Hating ass niggas, you are pretty much weak Like 11:59 on Sunday night (Sunday night?) If that went over your head, then you are not the type that could touch my mic, yeah And my skin’s kind of dark But my future in the game is sunshine bright Mentally I’m iller, I was meant to be a killer And my heartbeats are instrumentals sent to me from Dilla I’ll never make a Thriller and I’ll never be a Jay-Z I’m satisfied enough that you took the time to play me I think I was born at the wrong time I belong when Biggie, Jay, and Nas was all signed Before there was iPods, before there was online Instead of their jocks you would be probably on mine Instead I’m like a snake in a rat race-ing niggas I would eat Got me slithering in last place All cause they got a little cheese But as soon as they try to breathe I’ma swallow their careers whole Eating samples like I’m walking through Costco BJs and Sam’s Club, I’m amped up Like I’m making a toast with an energy drink If that went over your head take a second to think I got a notebook in my head And I flip it to the next page whenever I blink But enough about me, let me thank you For doing one thing that I can’t do And that’s listen to me from your point of view So I'ma dedicate every single joint to you And my joints ain't bad, no arthritis But when I write it it's an art Like Langston (Hughes), let the tape spin (Boom)