Show My Roots

Imma show 'em where my roots are Imma show 'em where my roots are Ooh Back on my Rap shit, because I asked myself "Where my roots at?" You better show 'em Imma do just that, wrote so many rhymes I can fill a rucksack, what's that Perfecting the act of profaning Since I started gaming in this rap game Ain't it strange, how this middle class kid Amidst the midst found his own niche Started out bad, after inside out started to pack enough gas To fuel his jet, out of this world, just to come back to the earth To drop the sickest verse. My mind is way up in the sky When I write sci-fi lines about my life Breaking my back 'cause I carry a lot of curses Being an outsider sure is one of 'em Ain't it evident that I can't quit? I just want a kiss from this bitch Be blessed with the blessing of being one the dopest rappers In the showbizz, rule it with an iron fist Living with the pen I'm independent got nothing else Rapping with a mission got my goal in my scope and I can't afford missing Rap is in my blood It's like I can't get enough These are my roots I'm here for good Evangelist in this book Rap artist without a clue Thinking like a martyr too Call me delusional And if I am This spell feels phenomenal Ooh Rap is in my blood It's like I can't get enough These are my roots I'm here for good Evangelist in this book Rap artist without a clue Thinking like a martyr too Call me delusional And if I am This spell feels phenomenal Ooh I'm like a sponge, I soak up the lyrics I set up my mic and I kill it Like a hydrogen bomb, I've been rhyming since I knew rap was the only evidence I could use to justify my rap obsessed way of life But the jury can't judge the way I wanna go He wouldn't even comprehend my flow Why do I need to defend myself against a joe schmoe Who only knows the most obvious road to go I got the formula to rap as fast as a bullet coming out of a gun So fast I can call it formula one Stop rapping? Are you crazy? I'll start spazzing Like I'm a teen tryna nuke the game clean in M.W.3 Having hell of a good time screaming in the mic Even when I might sound obnoxious Little rapper, show 'em who the boss is Letters I send 'em and stock 'em like a post office but independent Rap is my goddess, she's in my head twenty-four seven I bring the most unraveling moves proving what I can do In this boxing ring including swings that'll bring Amusing words to life or I might bring Humanity on the brink of extinction Using Ink as my WMD ripping the world to pieces 'Cause you motherfuckers are sleeping too much on me And other MC's who can actually rap in the booth or on the streets You better feed me beats 'cause I need some food I suffered defeat I know how it's like to lose But like Apollo creed I'm stubborn as a mule These are my roots keeping me on the move a moving tree call me Groot I'm oozing saliva 'cause I spit too much on the mic It's kinda like I got a weird kink for this device I think it's time to end this ride Fetch me some ice, goodbye Until the next track, next bar, next metaphor, next post Rap is in my blood It's like I can't get enough These are my roots I'm here for good Evangelist in this book Rap artist without a clue Thinking like a martyr too Call me delusional And if I am This spell feels phenomenal Rap is in my blood It's like i can't get enough These are my roots i'm here for good Evangelist in this book Rap artist without a clue Thinking like a martyr too Call me delusional And if I am This spell feels phenomenal Alright stop the track No, don't stop it Repeat it Repeat it