(Verse I)
New York’s only modern day Langston Hughes, words vivid no shades and hues/hold up, I gotta shade my views because I couldn’t shed light like afternoons/”It’s hard to swallow the truth with a belly full of lies”, my man Flu said it first, I’m borrowing the line, water into wine/niggas wanna emulate my grind, draw conclusions but can’t stay in the lines/I’m Danny Glover try and Color Me Purple, my city bears trees and the soil is fertile, coming from where I’m from, we all barked up on the same beanstalk like fee fi fo fum/we wasn’t dumb we was desperate, I put my “Life On The Line” I was Curtis for that necklace, so Before I Self Destruct, I tell these kids coming up none of this was luck, no/what you viewing as an overnight success, the back end work took ten years at best/easily impressed, opinionated bloggers and biasedly written comments morely focused how you dressed but…see with me there’s more involved, I want to make ‘em all proud like silk gowns and mortar boards/no metaphors, slowed it down and put it in laymen’s terms just for me to get my point across

(Verse II)
New York’s only modern day Cassius, the jabs land, the trembling hand’s accurate/I can’t lose, my future was predicted by an old witch doctor in the Bayou/”Window Seat” no Badu, on a first class flight life from a bird’s eye view/I went from Jet Blue to private flights with Middle Eastern jet fuel, god damnit I’m so crude/rude boy like Mad Max, top shotta, Patois accents, “You not know who you deal with, me bad man by blood”, no relation, realness/my Caribbean niggas feel this and my Haitians back home who didn’t make it you’re still missed/my momma told me, I was born holy, I ain’t choose to rhyme, rhyming chose me/it’s getting “Ugly” like Bubba in the pig sty, when the last time you seen NY this fly?/and I ain’t talking bout clothes, I seldomly ever use the braggadocios flows/no time to boast, I’m busy trying to clean up a coast, I feel my city here needs it the most/I am the magistrate, new face of this rap game, giving classic pieces of art word to my last name/P-I-C-A-double S-O, flow is just so Vincent Van Gogh, recognize a real king when you see one, no crown, no throne, Jesus ain’t need one, Poe!