It don't matter if I have a million or one fan. All that matters is
this is the ultimate true class of a gentleman warrior one man band.
But honestly I have to take that back. I even love everyone who hates
behind my back. They can be solo or stacked, with a pack of wolves
hungry to attack. Efficient with the premonicent as I fit all of them
who wanna do me like a groupie for my greenback. I can do all of them
through me like the prophecy in one mic as I rap. Clear or with static
I have bite and reflex to joke and heckle you to a hack. With stamina
they're frail as I am the last man to stand in the fight and out do
them in their own track. They don't get on but pay out to do shows. I
sit back push a track and chase the deal with a meal in escrow laughing
in my lounge at the hoes. Check me out #1 out of 22,000 of all my
Detroit hip hop bros. Mac Nifty got flows but still feels froze. Under
the sewer cap stuck with all these bozos.