I wake up in the mornin' feelin' fine & refreshed

take a look into the mirror to see who's rhymin' the best

Hah there he is lookin' right my way

so I hook up wit Jay

to start my day

I hit up Ray and say what's the function

he say he got some hoes that want to take us to bruch and go kick it

Cool I'm the man

and plus when we chillin' I'ma have on a band and Tuscany

spillin' hella game so this fella can bump

plus I'm hungry as fuck

so tell him it's on

if I aint here hit me

probly have some hoes wit me

but you gone have to come & get me

cause my shit be breakin' downs

now I'm chillin' on the solo

gettin' keyed

watchin' the Box

laughin' at rappers I've superceded

niggas try to hold me back, but I need it

I stay in seclusion when producin'

amd makin' beats is how a nigga should be

that's why I'm always to the head'n you aint fuckin' with me.

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Later on, Casual, the dopest rapper in hip hop music, marks!

Alright, uh

I sit up on my futon

and ask myself who's Jon?

that brotha rippin' mics to enthuse MCs

yet I'm eating niggas like a cruton

I charge up neutrons

the style I formulated from nothing but mere

tears from a wack MC

I flow accurately to point the weak & give them muscles

my rhymes a 30 million piece puzzle

you was till this

I interrogate MCs until they admit it

I'm tryin' to hit the beat a little different

so dims bear with me

if it commence to happen that my rappin' wouldn't be grade A

but you couldn't persuade a nigga like me to fall