so what's rap and hip-hop because i cant tell the difference
You got enough trees for the band? bring the swishers in
servin splinters 4 winter cooler than North Michigan
comin up with more lines & hooks than a fisherman
listen in quick don't move unless it's funky
i might stop to say hi, but only if your lucky
we passed the class with flying colors the rest were flunkies
i can count more tracks on my arm than a junkie
dancin' round the stage like a drunky i cant stand it
the foundation that was laid is always took for granted
I never walked but on this here track i ran it
Sports Camp's the crew and we rock harder than granite
damnit i can't act hard i have to smile
and always be myself confident it took while
it's hard to get down when ur high above the mile
So when i ask how u feelin?, they love it like the lyle

talkin' chains, talkin' cars, spitting game but i don't need to
like 1, 3, you hungry? let me drop some thought to feed u
television's Simon says do whatever he do
The winner's been decided but they’re asking for a redo?
I see through that facade my vision looks like infrared
chasing close behind but can't catch me like the ginger bread
rappers getting fat on cash and checks like they're printer fed
i swear wouldn't be hot even if the winter's dead
eyes wide open, you squint instead, i can write w/ lint or lead
every morning feeling fresh as mint in bed
blowing smoke stacks like Flint in Feb
this would all be easier if u just got the hint and fled
ahead of your time, to rethink those rhymes
and take the lack props you get after each show as a sign
No need to yell throw your hands up every line
so when i ask how you feeling? i know you're just fine