HISTORY

Plan Is to go down In history

For you It might be a mystery

On the mic we are not alike….

Miss my mummy’s kisouri

Along the road It was slippery

Carried myself through Injury

The sky Is high now I know why….

Hope It leads to victory

The road was blocked I need my glock

Shoot ‘em down & run the clock

Was so scary like Bloody Mary….

Had to see what got me shocked

Call It crazy wasn’t lazy

Working out like I’m The Rock

But won’t phase me I’m not hazy

For this beat I need the Doc

Writing rhymes was the only option

Times were tough like rapper Hopsin

Learnt alot along the way

Day by day I was going cray

Proud to say I found a way

Times were hectic antiseptic

Used alot to spray away

Was okay I had to say

Time will tell how far I’ll go

Might aswell enjoy the show

Don’t you know that I’m a pro

On the low yeah fo’ sho

Self belief man had me going

On the river I was rowing

Picture that In your mind….

You can see I’m always growing

Non stop working since ‘08

Grinding hard there’s no debate

Wear my shoes forget the news

Listen closely I’ll tell you straight

Show me love don’t show me hate

Through the journey losing weight

Up & down why go around

Attack you with a Jack of spade

Only thing that I will show

Heart went cold bring In the snow

Looking back I’ll play It slow

Through the pain I had that glow

Many fits I had to throw

By all means I’ll tell you so

Up to you like the board game….

When I say Uno…. You know

Through my writing I find my peace

All my emotions get released

I get the kick with my pen BIC

I’m mastered like a masterpiece

My love Is big for all my niece

It’s going up I say Increase

I’ll be that uncle so call me slick

Like a puzzle I’m the missing piece

Back In Deen I feel so comfy

Day routine I need my coffee

Pray away not stay away….

That’s the reason I’m not so clumsy

Always grateful all my life

All my life I had to fight

Yeah that’s right minds so tight

Down the tunnel there’s always light

Plan Is to go down In history

For you It might be a mystery

On the mic we are not alike….

Miss my mummy’s kisouri

Along the road It was slippery

Carried myself through Injury

The sky Is high now I know why….

Hope It leads to victory