HOOK (2x):
From my brain to my lips from my lips to the page/ From the page to the booth, from the booth to the stage.../ I gotta get this pay/ That's the reason why I spit this way

VERSE ONE:
I grew up on Hough/ Needless to say, where I grew up was rough/ The school had rats, the cribs had rats/ The kids had gats- so the coroner had stats/ But the high hats got me with a low cap/ Snub's in the house now- no Lojack/ I'm bout to blow stacks and cop me like four tracks/ In a crazy world, this flow I'm droppin' is Prozac/ "But Snub, the times are so hard/ People wanna dance, why are you rhymin' so hard?"/ Nigga I will jerk when my Mom ain't gotta work/ But until then, when the beat drops, I'm gon go berzerk/ and blurt this legendary speech/ Just think- talent is hereditary... Sheesh/ Imagine when my son decides that it would be fun/ to drop the hottest album of 2031..

HOOK (2x):
From my brain to my lips from my lips to the page/ From the page to the booth, from the booth to the stage.../ I gotta get this pay/ That's the reason why I spit this way

VERSE TWO:
I just bought a flat, I live in a culdesac/ I be speaking to my neighbors, but they don't be speaking back/ But when I get visited buy the cats in my frat/ Them same neighbors call the law, 'cuz we must be selling crack/ What the hell is that? No matter how much I stack/ I can't ignore the fact that in their eyes- I'm Black/ and you can't be intelligent if you've got Melanin/ I manufacture medicine- this is microphone Mescaline/ 16 bar barbituates, I tend to spit/ Pineapple Express, y'all niggas is Snicklefritz/ Pistol gripped pencil, spittin' for the shit of it/ Welcome to my Odyssey, I'm re-writing the Iliad/ Idiot, I'm hot- period/ Excuse the big words, but with the verbs I've got a myriad/ I can spit that hieroglyphic shit that's in a Pyramid/ then sell a script to Miramax and still chill on Puritas..

HOOK (2x):
From my brain to my lips from my lips to the page/ From the page to the booth, from the booth to the stage.../ I gotta get this pay/ That's the reason why I spit this way

VERSE THREE:
This ain't punchline rappin'/ This is what it sounds like when crunchtime happens/ When you miss to many brunchtimes- napping/ While other people enjoy the sunshine- laughing/ I bring the noise like a drumline passing/ While you bring the news to the 'One-time' captain/ Rat-a-tat-tatta when I rattle off the grammar/ From Muskogee to Muskigum to Tuskegee Alablama/ Never been in the slammer, never had to bang a hammer/ Except to fix my bed after I banged your baby mamma/ That was stupid, but this beat is so bananas/ That every time I spit that line, the people go bananas..