Imposter

From neophyte, to a veteran, with penned lettering
Rhyme severing, Mr. did you get the reference
It's Black excellence, I rap effortless, the best is
Rhetorical, the metaphorical, and dreaded oracle
Look, my only goal, from day one, labeled a paragon
Despair is gone, I just carry on the Pharaohs song
Ain't had production this strong, since me and Hexsagon
Depression, wrecked the bond, now that ship is gone
From the wreckage, still attempt to bring the skill to wreck it
And make a record, recognized as worth, every second
The pressure builds, I gotta increase the decibels
And give the best of Phill, fortify the testicles

Just grab a handful, and power through the cancel
Any beat just get dismantled, it don't matter if you following
Cause you a fan and worthy of acknowledgement
Or pass my every accomplishment, continue polishing
The talent at viewing the world, reflected through my commenting
But, I'm just another guy, whose trying to justify
The reason he isn't as dominant, isn't incompetence
But as the years pass monotonous, feeling the opposite
Where, the rote bravado, feeling emptier and hollow
The path I followed, using lyricism as the model
I always felt, I could reach the summit of the roster
Perhaps I've never really been good, just an impostor