An MC, the new say they're rappers bu that's not what I want to be
Strict policy they don't know that I master their ceremony
Rap turned pop now real hiphop is for MC's
Controlling the mic like Harvey see
Suits you well to rap on poppy beats I be rapping streetstyle meanwhile
Antwerp city style and hiphop is key
But rap industry means nothing to me
That's why I try to start a label to finally succeed
Arriving on the mic like you've never seen before
You want some more? Come to the studio top floor
Close the door and the hoodie behind you when you arrive please
Write something that'll please and let your mind at ease
Caus this is what it's all about: poetry and sound
Fakers take the mic and make the crowd go "O can he exhaust!"
Boring can't philosophize like Kant and can't make a story
Promotion and image if wack doesn't make you worth shit
You know when I'm on the mic the rhythm is my soul
Perfection is my goal, there's papers that I fold
Caus at first some barz where expired like mold
I rule the role of real hiphop like J Cole
Full control of the flow, way to go, Soulja took it so low
So flows got to be combined, born in the wrong time
Zev Love X, MF DOOM, King Geedorah and Viktor Vaughn died
I move on slow but carry on hope zowizo
Here in Belgium, Antwerp city see me rapping stalla
Rhymes are futuristic like a flying Tesla
Caus science and fiction are dispersed when I share thoughts
My motor is bringing me in cycle like a Vespa
This is this I'm cold sitting on a pease of old tree trunk
And this song's becoming gold when old
The devil came to me to sign but my soul is already sold
I only hold a pen when I'm writing barz I've told