Proving Ground (Interlude)

[Verse 1] Look I try to be fly, I try to be floss I can’t speak intern I try to be boss The problem is, life’s like Twitter Everyone’s a follower And we’re always running out of characters So I’mma be a breath of fresh air for you, inhale Name a rapper with more bars who’s not in jail I drop on any mix like it’s half white, half black Run through lines like a mad type, halfback Snap from the track like the center in a shotgun My flow’s rare, it’s not done You got ice man, I’m top gun You got ice man, I’m top gun This is that heart attack flow Yeah, that hot sauce Never had a shark attack, yo, but I drop jaws Wait stop pause, let me tell you something funny, uh When someone with no dough raps about all their money Stop lying, you ain’t rich dummy I already know you’re good for nuttin' like your chicks tummy Yeah Let it ride, I’mma keep going I got one more [Verse 2] Don’t even hit nofe[?] Don’t flip like Uh I kinda like that acapella shit I give all my work for free, I don’t sell a bit either Your girl works for me, she ain’t celibate neither Sometimes I’m on that mellow shit Tonight I brought the fellows wit But I don’t need no fellowship to tell I’m sick, hell’o quit, yeah Who am I, just a common attraction On top of my bars, numerator of the fractions, yeah They say I’m too pop, too electronic I say I’m too hot and I’m too chronic You ain’t no 2Pac, yo dufonics You think your shit’s sick, then I’ll poop on it I got that bubonic, that contagious shit I got that high caging, engaging shit Set fire to the page and the stage and shit But still, still It’s hard for me to get a break knowing that I can’t stop Hard for me to take charge knowing that I can’t flop Got a foot in the door, but I’m never a shoe in There’s still a lot of people who haven’t been clued in-to the movement The plan, the blueprint for improvement Sit back, relax, and I’ll prove it Yeah, that’s the proof Right