
Remain collected cool and calm, calm as breezes through the palms, palm the ball in my hand, hand connected to my arm/ armed with rhymes to punk posers, pose for pictures on roller coasters, coast through life hoping hope's enough to get us over/ over under wonder daily if the path I walk is righteous, right just sometimes seems so wrong, wrong turn into the hypeness/ hypest cat you ever met, mets got nothing on the yanks, yank a bitch up by the bun, bun and beans with ballpark franks/ frankly think it's funny how most mc's sound the same, same game new players, play to win how I remain...