It's not rap to just take random words and scribble up shit for a verse. Write down whatever that works. Freestyles are now so rehearsed. Everything is mediocre or worse. Everyone come and take your turns. 20 million white rappers emerge and a few of them say anything that's worth any sense to even be heard. And race ain't even the real concern. It's just people that are here on this earth. That haven't worked for nothing, that have never earned. They don't even know the right way to learn. I'm only worried about my upturn. All that fly shit is for the birds. and I'm spittin fire get third degree burns. I tried so many of these drugs, that I'm done. It has been so long, I just wanna go home. Shit I was sayin when I was alone has me sick to my stomach and now I am grown. Precision, revisions with no supervision. Decisions, decisions, on my super visions. You see what I see then you see how I'm livin. I'm reppin and throwin my 3's like im Pippen. That's two threes to throw for each hand that your liftin and if it's too hot then get out of the kitchen. Not Daddy or Diddy, a bad boy like Pistons. I hope that you feel this, I need you to listen. Without you i'm nothing that's simple division. The people that hate do not know what they're missin. They sittin and wishin to switch our positions, but I'm on on a mission. I leave em so pissed when I give them nightmares. Yeah. I creep up in your dreams when you sleep and I bring you that evil. What could you expect from me? Ya'll thinkin that I change? I still got my values, still always stayed true to all the ones that stayed that same. I can say that I got little more wiser and I guess that comes with age. I had plan from day 1, had a business to run, I'm tryin to play on every stage. Imagine that, traveling cities in every state, all across the USA, doin rap. There's really nothin that I can say. I'm kinda stuck up in my ways, its kinda sad. Tryin to get radio plays, without selling your life away, is the shit thats all bad. If it was easy to make it and become so famous why the fuck haven't you made it? If your goal aint any level of fame, where the fuck are you aiming? People hear the name, Sleepy Saint, and its Rest in Peace, Amen. Cause I kill the stage, I entertain, and I rip and slay, these rhymes away. It's a healthy phase to feel so great when a dude from your town is tryin to make a name for his city when its the tank. Debt's all we got in the fuckin bank, so if you ask me I could probably get a thanks. Instead you wanna talk about my dank. Instead i'd rather give you a cold Saint. Now Its cold like a day wit November Rain. Call my homie Chillz and he'll freeze your veins. That's murder in your sleep, now your nightmares awake.