Lyrics: (Hazey) Verse One: My microphone tactics are refreshing like Tic Tacs, spit raps in the past but present ones are gift wrapped, in fact, started out because my wit's vast, serve it up quick fast to ones who only wish that they had what it takes to turn it up until the speakers break, high standards be my greatest and my weakest trait, recent dates my pen be moving at a decent pace sent my notebook to aliens to find out how my thesis rates I need to wait, leave the table with the cleanest plate, if not serious then acting goofy like my feet on skate- boards, sure footed never tripping like the psilocybin, simple Simons though could never comprehend the skill of rhymin' or the knowledge in the greatest verses ever heard, that's why the best emcees don't get the play that they deserve, I put it in my words though I tell myself I'm over it but music to me's heavier than burdens that I'm shouldering (Keen) Verse Two: Tracks get ripped like Rocky’s frame, they say I got a cocky brain, I’ve never been good at taking shit, I wasn’t potty trained, you see I’m not the same, won’t catch me rocking gaudy chains, I got no need for ice like an indoor hockey game, I’m checking opponents when I’m penning deep thoughts till they steadily throw me in the penalty box for the roughing tripping and occasional fighting, but I work in a kitchen hence the flavorful writing, all you copycat hacks be ashamed if you’re biting trying to steal my thunder then claim it’s your lightning, now I’m breaking the silence, Keen the smartest contender, been fighting underground like I’m sparring with Splinter, a born leader like Leo got the heart of a winner the opposite of a tootsie pop, I’m hard in the center, I’m just getting warmed up like your car in the winter, bout to go in like a backup when the starter gets injured

Lyrics: (Hazey) Verse One: My microphone tactics are refreshing like Tic Tacs, spit raps in the past but present ones are gift wrapped, infact started out because my wits vast, serve it up quick fast to ones who only wish that they had what it takes to turn it up until the speakers break, high standards be my greatest and my weakest trait, recent dates my pen be moving at a decent pace sent my notebook to aliens to find out how my thesis rates I need to wait, leave the table with the cleanest plate, if not serious then acting goofy like my feet on skate- boards, sure footed never tripping like the psilocybin, simple Simons though could never comprehend the skill of rhymin' or the knowledge in the greatest verses ever heard, that's why the best emcees don't get the play that they deserve, I put it in my words though I tell myself I'm over it but music to me's heavier than burdens that I'm shouldering (Keen) Verse Two: Tracks get ripped like Rocky’s frame, they say I got a cocky brain, I’ve never been good at taking shit, I wasn’t potty trained, you see I’m not the same, won’t catch me rocking gaudy chains, I got no need for ice like an indoor hockey game, I’m checking opponents when I’m penning deep thoughts till they steadily throw me in the penalty box for the roughing tripping and occasional fighting, but I work in a kitchen hence the flavorful writing, all you copycat hacks be ashamed if you’re biting trying to steal my thunder then claim it’s your lightning, now I’m breaking the silence, Keen the smartest contender, been fighting underground like I’m sparring with Splinter, a born leader like Leo got the heart of a winner the opposite of a tootsie pop, I’m hard in the center, I’m just getting warmed up like your car in the winter, bout to go in like a backup when the starter gets injured