Personal (Extended Version) Video (MV)

Yo yo yo
Uh
You poked the bear with a stick
Brought up your smoke, bitch, you aimed and you missed
I bring the M's at Night, you missin' the twist
The devil brews in church pews, call that views from the six
I don't need to speak to hit a lick
Uh
They won't underestimate me when I detonate and decimate
Those who hate me getting more than just a little hell to pay
The taxman, blacksmith, past tense
I'm mad clinical, past mythical
I'm right for the job, need no interview
My words bring light and heat seeping into you
Lights, cameras, action
I'm more than just a master
Flame pass like paths lit on castor
I step and the glass shatters, bitch
Ayo I pull the mask down, and I'm stepping into the light
No regrets I ever found in my actions, sounds or my slights
It get personal up in this bitch, Churchill couldn't lift your efforts
Stolen beats and shitty writtens, Pistons holding better records
Physical manifestations of all your fears
It gets easier to block the temptations inside your ears
You were blinded by your rage, ain't no way that you could see us
Moving earth like I was Toph, now we the stone cold leaders
Stepping on these f*ckin rappers, I got whetstone sneakers
Dripping red, I slice you like the final ronin, I'm a lone soul creature
More heat up on the way, my microphone got fever
I see you're tryna hide from this pressure, better roll that reefer
I'll meet you on the other side, breaking down your sullen pride
You said a mentor's what you needed
You need a lot more than a guide
It's more than what you say it's about what you keep inside
Uh
It's more than what you say it's about what you keep inside
Uh, your heart's full of hate
And it's a lot more than what I could possibly teach ya
You're too far down, ain't nobody can reach ya
You're stuck with your ego blowin up, clique is full of leeches
I wish you luck and also kiss my nuts, f*ck up out my bleachers
Ya heard?
Uh
Shit
One more time
One more time
One more time
And it's a lot more than what I could possibly teach ya
You're too far down, ain't nobody can reach ya
You're stuck with your ego blowin up, clique is full of leeches
I wish you luck and also kiss my nuts, f*ck up out my bleachers
It's me