I bring Jamaican heat, 96 degrees in the shade
Fahrenheit not centigrade, my rhymes are fresher than Glade
Or maybe Febreeze, tricks up my sleeve, begging me please
To show some mercy on the mic and leave the beat in one piece
I got the streets on a leash, I am so underground
I ain't gotta move the pounds, I got you moving to the sound, what
College kid mentality, lyrical fatality
Rappers in my face, acting like they wanna battle me
I got reggae roots, I just happen to rap
Even Bob Marley's kids got hip hop on their tracks
You slip slop in your raps, while thinking nobody notices
My flow is unpredictable, hittin' ya in ya noseses
The chosen kid is Nawlij, knowledge is power
Hours of college classes give thoughts and raps that devour
The boss is back and I'll shower my greatness in your faces don't be sour
Realize the game is mine for the taking, what

I am not impressed by the diamond chains and the golden teeth
Emcees no longer judged by their lyrics but how they hold their heat
I'm feeling the iron grip of this industry, it's choking me
Things are how they are but they aren't the way they're supposed to be
I am not impressed by the diamond chains and the golden teeth
Emcees no longer judged by their lyrics but how they hold their heat
I'm feeling the iron grip of this industry, it's choking me
Things are how they are but they aren't the way they're supposed to be

Man it's insane how these lyrics are bangin' your brains
Bag the remains and drag them from the back of a train
Rappers they're slain when they catch a glance of ya mayne
No prescription, I'm addictive like crack in ya veins
No, I am not a gangsta, I am not here to kill ya
My fashion sense is not flashy but my lyrics will sting ya
I come from a pack of activist rappers who have a passion for lashing out magic adjectives casually through ya speakers
Your running outta time, and running outta rhymes
You got nothing to say, you're something like a mime
I'm not bluffing or fake, I'm nothing like a lie
Y'all got no future like organized crime
And I'm holding my shine, sorta like a lightbulb
Y'all lost in the night(Knight), sort like Michael
It's a cycle, kinda hyper
While I'm getting smarter, y'all gettin' trifler
Now bring it right back, bet you didn't catch everything in that rap
Let me slow it down for you, my words got weight, 'bout a pound or two
Y'all must be high like the sounds of flutes, go deal with your munchies, chow on food
I feel like some of y'all don't know what music is so you better get used to this

I am not impressed by the diamond chains and the golden teeth
Emcees no longer judged by their lyrics but how they hold their heat
I'm feeling the iron grip of this industry, it's choking me
Things are how they are but they aren't the way they're supposed to be
I am not impressed by the diamond chains and the golden teeth
Emcees no longer judged by their lyrics but how they hold their heat
I'm feeling the iron grip of this industry, it's choking me
Things are how they are but they aren't the way they're supposed to be