(Verse One)
They say "Why you in a hurry?"
"Why you in a rush?"
"Why you always worry?"
"Why you never hush?"
"Why you rarely argue,
never put up a fuss?"
Man i got a whole life that i gotta make somethin of,
I'm a winner. Mama said i'm in it to win it,
a "hot spitta", born on the way to the hospital,
born ready; never waste time talkin' when i spit it,
so i always end up goin' way over with my minutes,
i got tunnel vision while i stay grindin and,
so my best to the average person is mind-bendin',
they be like: "yo, man he be holdin' his weight,
ten times over!" They think my mediocre is great,
so even when i'm slackin off,
competition backin' off,
cause i go hard on the beat like i'm jackin off,
and i got a path you never wanna have to cross,
6, 5, 4, 3, 2..now i'm blastin' off!

(Hook)
It's just a method 2 my madness
It's just a method 2 my madness
It's just a method 2 my madness
It's just a method 2 my madness(that's all it is man that's all it is)

(Verse Two)
I got a theory,
you see "rappin", to me, is a "gift",
and whoever doesn't have it, then he should quit!,
and writing is actually my niche,
there's no method 2 my madness,
i just happen to be the shit,
every day is practice, they keep askin for me to spit,
and i got way too much passion for me to quit,
So i'm stayin' on my grind, i know i'mma rise soon,
so i'm shootin' for the stars,
like an entourage goon,
tryina' capture the moon, stretchin' the lasso,
when i get the check i'm collectin' the cash yo,
they got so much respect that they lettin' him pass go,
cause i was born in a kingdom and slept in a castle,
these chaps know I never been last yo,
in the first place, i've been 1st place, these niggas been past slow,
still wondering why in the hell do you rap for?,
with that non-bussin', irrelevant, celibate-ass flow,
all my friends keep sayin' i'mma' blow up next,
cause i got dope stuff and others they got so much less,
and on top of that, these wack guys are so upset,
cause i'm that guy and it seems like it's no one left,
plus i make the crowd go nuts and throw up sets,
like a tech crew with a Broadway show up next,
and the broads wave and show us breasts,
cause these other dudes are fake fucks like blow-up sex,
i tell competition: "Hold up!" Before i fold up legs,
tear off heads, and paramedics gotta sew up necks,
labels say they heard my underground flow's the best,
and some ladies say it make 'em wanna go undress,
mainstream is like: "Are you ready to go up yet?!",
I say i'm not ready to go unless,
you got better than a 360 deal,
and you throw us checks,
like we're Nike store managers with bo-nu-ses,
cause, i dont heard how you servin' and makin' chips,
how ya words is pavin' the way and you stay "consist-",
talk about ya' worth and ya' weight, and how you makin' hits,
steady chasin' all these dime women; you ain't makin' sense(cents),
and all i gotta say is this,
none of you persons on Earth in this place can spit,
we run "the game" while you do re-runs and relationships,
you're like Derwin Davis and Jason Pitts!,
GOD gave me talent to be innovative,
After all, this is my opinion ain't it,
Don't i got the right to be opinionated?
Thought so.
Go finish your talk show, I'm so..
finished with the drama shit
that i'mma quit the rhymin
and spit what i wanna
when i wanna spit it
listen harder
even when i skip the commas
in every sentence i ought to
get bothered, but it's no bother
cause i know that i am harder
than Asian arithmetic
and i am smarter
than a chick that went to Harvard
and finished the shit with honors
Magna or Summa Cum Laude
can't hear me? turn it up louder
and i will spit it on longer and i will spit it on prouder..(beat fades out)