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