Matis It's down, uh-uh, 2017, uh-uh, uh-uh I want to get out of the ***, and now I'm shaking my ass like Saifa I want to hear myself on the radio like Zajtra To sell out the halls like Marpo, bro Tryhard is like a madman, he's a goddess What's up, N-Bombi, I'm Kebibolsk Honey What's up, old man, you're a white dude from Bratislava And the boys live only so long until they start to believe that they are a gangsta Stop, you can't survive anything, it's just a gesture Empty like Vex, ***, rolls *** the pose, don't make fun of those whores I'm spilling water so you can have 8 spits from the rap Shoutout to the real ones who understood this line I take everything on myself, you know how it goes If you're protected by a fake, the truth is my galley I, I only write how I see it If you don't have a soul, you know, you're empty rhymes Exactly, so, you know, when I write a record like I That's me giving back, that's not, that's not for, uh That's not for radio, that's not for, uh, people with money That's for people that don't have nothing to live for Or feel like they don't have nothing to live for Do you get what I'm saying? So, it's, it's, it's really about me utilizing my platform And saying, okay, is you gonna take the easy way out Or you gonna do what's your mission, what you supposed to do You feel me? And I'm on, I'm on a hunt right now And I, I got a plan And people will see it, you know, whether it's this album Or this next album But before I'm done with this, y'all gonna say That boy, he did something else that we didn't think no man can do in music And everyone knows how it's real, how it's a shovel I'm going deep, my heart's charging, it's falling I see rap stealing, love and fame are priorities No heart beats, MC's conformity I get it, fellas, fame is a commodity But I don't see it the same way, that's why the polarity Because I love rap, when you love fame Your eyes are my theme, you want to call it fate And I don't feel free, when I'm looking for *** in rap Only a few MC's, mission impossible It's all fake, I speak my mind But the phallus smells like a bullet in the mouth And I don't like to be quiet anymore, I don't need friends Look at me, you can't see me, I'm wearing shoes And take it as a real shot Because I live what I write Now it's politics, how many spins, how many records you going to sell You know, the trajectory and all that So when I do my music, you know, it's no opinions It's me, you know, you put a music out every week On the blogs, you know, you going to check comments And they going to deteriorate what your message is going to be And all that type of stuff, that's not for me I want to keep it to myself until I'm ready to put it out And that's how I've been from day one I don't want to saturate the market You know, by just saying, okay, you need to listen to me You know, because I got these amount of bars Or, you know, it's a selfish reasons You know, everybody have their own niches