Gotta Vent

Remember I was sitting in class
Dreaming of spitting the raps, was brittle and lacked the courage
Just to flash my skittles, alas was nervous
When they asked, I did diddle and dashed, my burden's
How timid I'd act, would fidget and crack, concern was
Fitting in packs, was living in mad inertias
No riffing I had the gift of the gab for certain
Flippant I had to fix and adapt, determined
To not remain anonymous, had to gain the confidence
Ascertain my dominance, trap the game and conquer it
Gas the flame, prolonging it
When done, will become an established name, I promise this

Motherfuck the talking, can't stop when I chase the gold
In my plot, your optic can't spot a gaping hole
Dodge fraud who playing those, hogwash on radio
Stay on fleek in the fleece that they keep in the sacred grove
Can't control, how my gift's been the ace they chose
My vision been uplifting forsaken souls
The living definition of break the mold
With each flip of the diction, I pave a road
My existence conditioned for any circumstance
Nocturnal, can't stop working, the journeyman
Author, I'll go and hop hurdles with stern demands
Shock them when I walk out, traverse the land
Excessively majestic, my genes magnetic
Assess the geometrics, set the scene's direction
Had careened it leftward, they then heed my steps as
I lead and breed perspectives
This masterpiece I leak will radically defeat
Each wack CD released, capiche
The Chatham team and C put the battery in me
So these apogees I seek to reach