It's the return of the relevant/ the Federer of rhetoric, competitors had better get Excedrin/ I'm Edgerrin, James with the slang, Clinton Portis when recorded/ Anybody who distorts it, gets their torso contorted/ The cost of fame skyrocketed, I couldn't much afford it/ so I hoarded hot tracks 'til my efforts got rewarded/ I am on it, I am wit it, I perform it and I kill it/ If you haven't been informed, I'm enormous with the lyrics/ I'm a leader, I'm a rebel- bringing trouble with the treble/ I got the warp zone cheat code-- I'm on another level/ Fraternizing with attorneys, leaving rappers on a gurney/ Shout to Coco, shout to Collin, shout to Alias and Journey/ This is the Tru Skool, we're too cool to youtube us ending your career/ So we gon' do it right here/ Live in the flesh, come collide with the best/ We ain't a gang, but when we bang- you catch 5IVE to the chest..

HOOK:
My time has come/ Them days of grinding with no shine are done/ I'm the one, and when this rhyme is spun/ You, two will realize that my time has come..

VERSE TWO:
Poet Laureate/ From a land of 40 sippers and sporty chics who be goin through all sorts of shit/ Sorcerers smokin with cohorts and associates/ who sip fifths of 'Yac and get to acting inappropriate/ Verbal glock, I'm totin' it- verbal shot I'm loadin' it/ Me and Verbal Tongue verbalizin' with the hoe you wit/ No you did not say THE-5IVE ain't killin' it/ You best start givin' our militance due dilligence/ Or I'll dilligently deliver a few sentences/ I'm feelin' like that white dude from that movie 'Limitless'/ But instead of poppin' beans, I'm rockin' for the fiends/ Cinematic dreams, Hip Hop's Steve McQueen/ In loose fitting jeans/ if 'jeggins' are in style the fashion Police gon' give me a Rodney King/ Fuck dat, the day you catch me in some skin tights/ Jim Brown will make the news for bleaching his skin white..

HOOK
My time has come/ Them days of grinding with no shine are done/ I'm the one, and when this rhyme is spun/ You, two will realize that my time has come..

VERSE THREE:
Metaphors maniacal, metronome mechanical/ I'm in Mechanicsville bumpin' 'Illuminated Animals'/ Shouts out to Hannibal, I let the verbal cannon go/ (BLAM) if you ran it would be understandable/ Welcome to the annual, bicentennial/ I used to sell dime bags- by Centennial/ Park in the dark, now I'm chillin' in the broad day/ Bustin' in the booth just like I did in the hallway/ Dippin' on the Causeway, lettin' my cassette play/ Double antendre- I make your baby momma's neck sway/ What is this you're witnessing? I'll put it the best way-/ It's Cleveland niggas chasing green like when the Browns and the Jets play/ Biting niggas get found face down on expressways/ With traces of my style floating around in their X-Rays/ I am one 'Chile' ass rhymer/ I been surviving underground since I was a 'miner'...

HOOK
My time has come/ Them days of grinding with no shine are done/ I'm the one, and when this rhyme is spun/ You, two will realize that my time has come..