International was maximum Took a he back again Be all you can be is all asked of him Joe Fraziered his way out the corner backed him in No broke bones, minimum bruises, few Still endured a lot shit you Chest out walk Said fucked the and walked off Left the cold turkey. Retreated to his Fortress of Solitude Concentrated on trying to be a solid dude Six to describe him, struggle over came it still breathing. So many people in his life passed and they leaving Even when he he can still see em Never cocky, his modesty got arrogance In a battle before anybody even he done already buried the dude A few chicks in life thought would probably marry the dude Came second place when em to His hopes, his visions, His The goal, the mission, the In his eyes done Hes losing steam, can it be so Only those who know his music can it Its undetected by the ear and He spits effortless He can still something hot without putting any effort to it And hes to his own devices Lonely Listening to his own Its life You gon give in or you gon Do you do homie, its only right Get to the music This the resurrection, the the recantation the Ba'ath movement S.O.N.N, Soul Of Art Black Real Hip Hop I dont give yall that Rap Real when you hear it Six words to describe him, you cant contain a free spirit