First of all. I'd like to welcome yall to a truly epic presentation of gamesternourmous proportions
 
I mean... this just the intro... and all but if your intro ain't epic then what's the point of the introduction... you hear me... 
She sounds so beautiful don't she... 
Yeah... 
Plus I see you over there mr drumner... crankin shit... 
There's no place that I would rather be right now.
Than coming thru these speakers into your ears drums
Blessing you with the thoughts and visions of dapoet
So let me not keep you waiting any longer and warm this thing up real quick
Mic check one two increase the audio
A throw back district cat shout out to dc Scorpio
And the showman mike bowman he had me zonin
You can tell I'm out they range when my thoughts get to roamin
Empire status my mind have no fears
And souls would have no rainbows if eyes had no tears
So pain is love and love is pain
And it pains us to fall in love with such corrupted games
Zippin herb to spittin words selling crack to yelling raps
Totin macs to flowing back at wack rappers who need a smack
Thinking that they was fly
Get snatched in my venus trap
Wit the meanest raps
Get under they skin like the ink in tats
Drunk off power with a sober mind you know it's time
To call me your highness like
J high clothing line
When I'm focus I'm borderline so divine
The way I flow a rhyme stick to em like a porcupine
So won't u come reside in a whole nother stratosphere where mentally your channels clear and don't forget your battle gear
We got to fight for what we having here
Yeah cuz if we don't fight then we don't win and if we don't win... we don't get the opportunity to take the world to new destinations
Sing it girl
Don't ever ever let em put u in a box
Or dictate your artistic direction or
Force you to adjust to their standards
Let your creativity be limitless breaking boundaries
So with out further a due I bring to you
 
Yeah... a gamesta and a gentleman whos cuttin out the middle men who dare to try to belittle him
By putting me in a box
They know I'm never fitting in
I never paid attention while they riddle them wit Ritalin
Staying on this mission til with greatness I'm a synonym
Didn't have a pot to piss in now I'm shittin on em hindering
They process of progress
Cuz they do it sloppy
Need to rap on walkie talkies all they do is copy
With all that said I really think it's too clear
Rap don't need a new voice rap just need a new ear
New face new destination and new place
Same ole chef cooking up a new taste
For a new day
And a new age
Same ole book just turning a new page
To a new chapter as my crew capture
That magic in a bottle as we wallow in the new rapture
Mastered the craft they just wanna trap hard
Talk tuff on beats as I'm ascending to a rap God
Been a g gettin bands since the backyard