To many mess around
Ground level.
To many mess around
Falling down.
To many mess around

To many mess around need to pound the beats daily.
Lounging about around the town acting shady
There's no way this lady is wasting her skill.
My vibe is real deal and thrill set to kill.
Pill poppers dropping nothing but their pride.
And hiding from the wise a waste, don't lay with the time.
I play with words rhyme and curse murderers.
Blinding mics by reciting what I like and what I've learned.

To many mess around
To many mess around
Ground level.
To many mess around
Falling down.
To many mess around

Curbed from the day I was born need to perform.
Torn, raw energy like storm keeping on form.
While these people around me stick to the norm.
I've always sworn, born to express and manifest zest.

To many mess around
To many mess around
Ground level.
To many mess around
Falling down.
To many mess around