You are now tuned in... to enemy of the establishment baby... ha My technique is too elite Got a degree in lyricism didn't need no critique My physique is on perfection Protecting my perception Made me learn a couple lessons Kickin it back and decompressing Infact Picking the microphone up Making an impact Distracting all you mothafuckas while im hitting them big hacks Im stackin cheese Throughout all of the seven seas And im stickin' around forever like a terminal disease Know what i mean hoe? Dont tie up loose ends I burn the rope No new friends Can only hope And pretend To get on the road That im running on Its been a long time coming Came a long way from collecting court summons Now im focused on myself Got the old me on the shelf So much damage has been dealt But i regenerate my health And All the pain that i've felt I hold it up like a belt While im operatin' in stealth Im jotting down between the lines Redesign rhymes inside of your feeble mind Globe trotting, nobody ever seems to notice My prognosis til it becomes a diagnosis