Maturation

[Verse One: Speed on the Beat] Drink in the venom of the leaders previous Think of the levels we can reach in this Then achieve all the metals that we believe for this Reason, we reign supreme Yeah, don't do it, mess with the team Guess this is Leviticus Cleansing the Judas from within us No one will tie the movement down No subliminals, just truth on this track I'm done after Unhinged, no more solo bars And this probably my last shot at the stars So, if I leave rap alone after this new DAR? Then I'm good, on the real, we've come so far And we've set up for the future So all the new schoolers Can drink from the well of knowledge that we share And escape from behind computers Is it true?, It's damn true No falsehoods, no angles on this track, my dude I gave you these cuts, now I just want the paper I gave you these cuts, now I just want the paper I gave you these cuts, now I just want the paper Now open up the trunk before I go catch the vapors (I'm gone) [Hook: Speed on the Beat] Little John done put his big boy pants on Never sleeping so can't be slept on I left the No-Fi King in the past with no hesitation So what comes next? A bit of maturation (x2) [Verse Two: Speed on the Beat] Emotional, but more KRIT than Drake Though I started from the bottom, now chill with some greats Pass me the grape, swisher and I don't even smoke I'll take a toke for the folks that couldn't be here to celebrate But I hate when people take yo' beats and don't pay Like I'm rich or that I just wanna give hits away To lame dudes that can't even on the beat stay Competent enough to make it hot, get out the way Pulling a Kanye, keeping 'em for myself I made it on my own, I didn't NEED help But thank God for my team for believing when no one did But, little Speed done grown up, and flown up a couple lists And shown up most kids, who doubting me to begin With, I'm prob'ly better than most on your hitlist But they still say I'm the shit, kid, I'm on your defacating paper But messing with me? Excuse me I need a slit wrist Because I make the track bleed, and it's look anemic They seen it but they don't understand, until I'm completed Goldberg but bigger spears,. Bitch, I'm almost undefeated Almost because I caught a few L's but I'm repleted KING ain't just a title, though heavy the head Who wears the crown, but I never bow Read it and weep bitch. I don't even need this shit [Hook: Speed on the Beat] Little John done put his big boy pants on Never sleeping so can't be slept on I left the No-Fi King in the past with no hesitation So what comes next? A bit of maturation (x2) [Verse Three: Speed on the Beat] A'yo, I been doing music for over twenty years Been through craziness, with labels trying to steer Me down THEIR paths, but I never gave in Paving the way for my team to march straight here I did some craziness of my own, in the process But the cheese I amassed was enough to keep fostering Velvety classics and musical greatness That some on this earth are just trying to get I was supposed to quit at 27, right? So I couldn't end like Cobain or Winehouse or something right? Well, I've died so many times, Kenny couldn't even see me So, I guess that means I'm doing something right Reinventions kill the old mes, but I still keep them close How you gonna grow if your roots, you don't even know? Part of the process of maturation? Is knowing what's good and what's bad and what's safe, shit...