It’s been a long time since an MC has released a track
To send chills southwest to the northeast, in fact
I question whether MC’s have ever came
As dope or as ill or as tight in whatever game
They claim to spitting the heat unrelentin
No rhyme flows more complete representin
Exactly how one man feels about the state
of his own life, his ideals without debate
want a finder’s fee for me there’s no faster find
But despite what you might’ve heard I’m a mastermind
Jealousy woes from those soured creators
Those sucker mother fuckers, those cowards be haters
Bitching and complaining about the lack of respect
They avoid real topics, real rhymes they neglect
To mention me when there claiming to be better than best
You can’t handle a candle to me fully expressed

Up until now, my skill set’s been slightly repressed
Time to send realism southeast to the southwest
NorthWest to the Northeast, it’s hard to contest
there’s no iller MC than me fully expressed

my apperance, my drinking habit that shit I detest
my other aspects of life, I admit I’m depressed
only confidence from the rap skill I’ve been blessed
there’s still no iller MC than me fully expressed

Now you might say, my arrogance is impressive
My defense is, my sense is aggressive
My awareness of all that surrounds me
all fairness, its only myself that astounds me
gradutated from HighSchool at the top of my class
Went to College, and fell flat on my ass
grades slipped fast from the lack of attendance
and my utter abuse of the interdependence
Between drugs and sex, my studies and courses
wasn’t all me, all my buddies were sources
Of distraction, I fell into the pressure
Don’t remember ya college , well here’s a refresser
Wake up to a bong hit, skip all comittments
Shots of Jaggermiester, then come and sniff this
All the while, I was getting deeper in debt
But Honed my skills as a rapper, ain’t found one better yet

Up until now, my skill set’s been slightly repressed
Time to send realism southeast to the southwest
NorthWest to the Northeast, it’s hard to contest
there’s no iller MC than me fully expressed

my apperance, my drinking habit that shit I detest
my other aspects of life, I admit I’m depressed
only confidence from the rap skills I’ve been blessed
there’s still no iller MC than me fully expressed

About 4 years ago I dropped Random Hate Crimes
Song was a quarter expressed lightweight Rhymes
Talking Random shit about the heads that I hate
Caused by lack of sedation from the meds I don’t take
Shortly after I produced a real song from the heart
And introduced you to how my right and wrong fell apart
Left Behind was getting closer to be amply stated
Half expressed, still distressed, I was still underrated
I came at you with Hot Shit, had to take a step back.
It was slot sit, I needed more purpose in rap
The track White People, hate spite centered at race.
But still mal-treated like I never entered the place
Worded Weapons flexed lyrical skills along with Square Rap.
My Dance was a sell out, but still had to tear that
Rip it apart while people get on the dance floor and
snap anybody steps to me to advance more
still lyrical actrobatics yet to be released
Like my track with Mathmatics was scratch, it ceased
To get me on the map or at least render some buzz
I’m a contender in this game and won’t surrender because
My word is my bond, and I have to deplore
Disagreement that every track is better than the one before
So I leave with this, I’m through with repression
Obtaining full expression to you is my only obsession