Original Chuck's on, Laced Up like I'm takin em on a run
They beggin me not to kill it, I tell em I'm havin fun
They askin me how I do it, I tell em get on the real
Meanin get on the grind, I'm ready now what's the deal?
My size 11's skate on the surface like hover craft
A super hero, you think that I was a Thunder Cat
I run with villains, my village callin me Son of Sam
Because when I come around they st-s-s-stu tterin
My body tatted, they say I look like graffiti
That's why I be on the road when these regulars try to read me
The way that people be starin, you'd think that I was a Tv
And when it comes to the haters, I cannot see em like Stevie
But I be seein repeats of dead rappers like sixth sense
My competition ain't worth nothin, like six cents
Misfit, I swear I'm sick shit
You'd think I was Ryan Sheckler by the way I make the kicks flip
Too cool, handshakes and dap's
Servin all of these fools like pancakes in stacks
Whoever thought that I wouldn't be damaging the tracks
Was pullin they own legs, like hamstrings and calves

I am the only great white
Body look like a canvas, skin is covered with tatts
Chuck's are always the Classics, look like I'm in the past
Turn the noise up, 100 Words and Runnin, turn the noise up
What I tell these people? Turn the noise up
Transformers tatted on my arm like the toys, Yup!
I am the only great white
Any time's my time, every day's grind time
No chain needed, I am just a star
Turn the noise up, 100 Words and Runnin, turn the noise up
What I tell these people? Turn the noise up
Best rapper alive who? Kells

I'm so beyond my time, the Michelangelo or the second millennium
I roll it up and get higher than condominiums
My raps' braille the way the people be feelin em
Midwest all the way to the other side of the Meridian
Bet that, Est is in the spot now
We be the crew all of these fools try to jock now
Them type of dudes that'll make your mouth drop down
Faces'll get twisted like they guzzlin Ciroc down
We just, city slickers in search of them bigger figures
This is more than a game, my business isn't to scrimmage
And I be with the sickest cause I'm tryna be the illest
With them Die Hard fans like Bruce Willis
Pow! Pow! I'm in the cut like alcohol in the wound
But I'm, trippin like I popped Adderal on the moon
Focused, on killin tracks like I'm rappin em from the tomb
R. I. P to this instrumental, lighters up for the tunes
Every mornin I wake up and put my fitted on
Which means that every day I wake and put my city on
Cleveland, we ready just turn the Midi on
Kid Kells, feelin like a million, gone!

I am the only great white
Body look like a canvas, skin is covered with tatts
Chuck's are always the Classics, look like I'm in the past
Turn the noise up, 100 Words and Runnin, turn the noise up
What I tell these people? Turn the noise up
Transformers tatted on my arm like the toys, Yup!
I am the only great white
Any time's my time, every day's grind time
No chain needed, I am just a star
Turn the noise up, 100 Words and Runnin, turn the noise up
What I tell these people? Turn the noise up
Best rapper alive who? Kells