VERSE ONE:
A fucked up child hood was not the way I was/ Flat top full of Triple Fat Goose fuzz/ While other people my age were forced to move drugs- I was reading Geoffrey Chaucer/ and writing tales of flying saucers/ I idolized my favorite authors, they influenced my flow/ so for this verse I owe Edgar Allen Poe/ I went from never having dough, to never having change/ 'Cuz I'm a well rounded artist with everlasting range/ It sounds strange, but reading the Great Gatsby/ Had me prepared for making tracks with J. Gatsby/ Voice kind of raspy, body frame narrow/ I'm A. Scott Fitzgerald rockin' Hip Hop apparel/ I've got my eye on the sparrow, I'm the Native Son/ Afro-centric sharp words pierced my Native Tongue/ Though the blocks where I hung were hot like Phoenix/ I grew up to be a muthafuckin' Genius..

VERSE TWO:
Now I'm of age, and living in the projects/ Where most young women get viewed as objects/ I wasn't so fresh up in high school, so never could I fathom/ That one day my rappin' would have them having spasms/ I'm a microcosm of the people from the bottom/ Who wore Pro-Wings in the snow and had to slalom/ all the way to school and couldn't do their math problems/ 'cuz their school had rats and roaches coming out of the columns/ So this is for West Tech, this is for Hay/ I'm still waiting for my 'Scholarship in Escrow' pay/ Gettin' that Jethro pay, now I'm in St. Troupe/ eatin' tropical punch Now-n-Laters while banjo's play/ Thinkin' back when I ain't have no say/ when I wanted to go to prom and didn't have no way/ I flicked by blunt ashes, rose like a Phoenix/ and grew up to be a muthafuckin Genius..

VERSE THREE:
I'm in too deep, I got a show tomorrow and I just can't sleep/ A&Rs trying to make a smooth creep/ and on top of that.../ niggas after me for fuckin' one of their hoodrats/ Ain't got no time for these fake rappers' stories/ So I introduce these Alleyway Allegories/ Pick any category, and I'll be on top of it/ Paragraphs prosperous, n'ann bit monotonous/ Scientifically, I be droppin' this hotness/ Matter of fact, my esophagus spews phosphorous/ I spit nitrogen whenever my mic is in/ 'Flow' like one oxygen, two hydrogen/ I already told you I've got fortified vitamins/ Potassium, calcium, riboflavin, niacin/ Never tiring when firing this English/ Rapper slash actor slash writer slash genius.. chea.