Wicked

It's all the same, no, I won't forget it
A solid beat with Tonto bars embedded
Yeah

A lot of things have changed since I left
The A list stayed the same but maybe space was for the best
I'm Mos Def, way I'm collect
Respectable attire when I step up to the mic
Don't worry I don't bite, I'm not mike in 97
Reverend pick up my call

Creative ruts and budget cuts, trust I've seen it before
I keep my feet in the door
You must adore the pure will
Im a vet call me McCaw
Mcauley Caulkin, way I'm in this alone
But still I manage

Don't panic, I know its frantic
Fucking borderline manic
Relax, I'll order wine
This sort of time calls for emphatic demands
Diplomatic tactics on the beat, no haptics
Imma bend her backwards bro she fits just like an epileptic

Ah, shit, a young man with some creative freedom
Give him beers and weed and see there's nothing to defeat him
A BZ won't complete him, needs a rhythm beat and bars
Oppose the views and you gon see some stars, yeah

But I'm just one man against many
But still, I kill it, again and again, they call me Kenny

I'm the same mother fucker, they can keep me undercover
They liked the album, imma make another

When I first started, it was all I really wanted to do
I felt like I'd found a whole new side of myself
And when I had a beat it was like just two peas in a pod

Beaming out the ceiling, I'm the cream of the crop
It's how I'm feeling, bro I'm fiending for a seat at the top
I got the keys to the stock, so best believe I mean the green
I'm not too keen on the rocks, and it ain't even the cops, nah

I come in looking clean, calm, cool and collected
I spit tuition with the bars I elected

Bro, It's Tonto again, put some respect on my name
Or you gon wish you had when everybody say I run the game, like

The cold shoulder that's what bothered me
But now I'm back there ain't no stopping me, nah
With open eyes, I see I let it get on top of me
Was lying to myself but now its only honesty

Like can you say the same?