In My Zone (feat. Cassie Jenson & Prod. by the Barber)

My flows so hot, you thought I was spewin' butane
Against an open flame, napalm runnin' through my veins
I always maintain, this style that I claim
A way to unwind my brain, keepin' me sorta sane
What more can I say? I stay above the bar I set
From the first flow I wrote and my first live set, ugh
Never fret when I'm lookin' back
Scribblin' on the first notepad, flippin' dope raps, yo
I've gotta lotta hope in this dope flow I have
Cut throat with the notepad with every rhyme I wrote
I broke every barricade gettin' in my way
Let the beat play until I filled the page
With somethin' so great you can try to replicate
But you can't take the place of the path of my fate
I'll say it to ya face, you don't have what I demonstrate
So go ahead and hate cuz you ain't got what it takes

I'm in my zone on this microphone
Known to come correct
I'm in my zone on this microphone
Known to come correct
Cyclone with the flow
Leavin' beats wrecked
I'm in my zone on this microphone
Known to come correct
I'm in my zone on this microphone
Known to come correct
Cyclone with the flow
Leavin' beats wrecked

You exaggerate, imitate, everything you do is fake
Copy cat, jackin' raps - that's ya first mistake
Screw up number two is you're as whack as ya whole crew
Ya think ya so smooth, but ya style's old news
The subject of ya dialect is so overused
Ya attitudes a ruse, dude you must be confused
Error number three, is you're so blind you can't see
Ya just a wannabe, Xerox copy creativity
Ya mimic all ya idols, been a gimmick for a while
Ya wreakin' of denial, lyrics weak and lackin' style
Missin' versatility, been shadowin' trends
I can't comprehend why you went for that pen
Then you picked it up again and again
Different beat but a repeat of what you've been spittin'
Back at it - whack-rap-addict with a bad habit
If I catch you rappin' on that mic I'ma grab it

I'm in my zone on this microphone
Known to come correct
I'm in my zone on this microphone
Known to come correct
Cyclone with the flow
Leavin' beats wrecked
I'm in my zone on this microphone
Known to come correct
I'm in my zone on this microphone
Known to come correct
Cyclone with the flow
Leavin' beats wrecked

Upset that ya skills that you posses won't impress
Don't convolute the truth dude, you'll never progress
Ya need to reassess
The key to reach success
Cop a style of ya own and stay far from the rest
Stop copyin' the image that ya see in the press
Knock it off and take that fake bling off of ya chest
Live and direct Mista Walk in the flesh
Brought to you by the dude that always comes with the best
Obsessed that I'm fresh bouncin' off the rhythm
I critique until I get that sleek sound in my writtens
Mic check - ugh, one-two, one-two
Thought you knew I was gonna come through with the old school
Elite, bringin' heat to every peak that I reach
Ya can't compete, ya speak weak lyrics - obsolete
I think we need to extinct whack rappers like you
So fist pump to the funk and yell kick it old school

I'm in my zone on this microphone
I'm in my zone on this microphone
I'm in my zone on this microphone
(Oooooooooooh)
I'm in my zone on this microphone
Known to come correct
I'm in my zone on this microphone
Known to come correct
Cyclone with the flow
Leavin' beats wrecked
I'm in my zone