MY O MY

(v1)
Just another MC, unknown to the masses
Used to cut class, now I only cut classics
Dropped out of college with flow above average
Knew I could fly, all too my advantage

As soon as I landed, I was taking off
Emptied out the vault, every penny was a thought
Are you ready, on your mark, get, set, go
Set a course, all aboard on the S.S. S.M.O.K.E.

The journey is imperative, even if it's perilous
All toe the line in our climb of Mt. Everest
It never gets, any less treacherous
Trench to the tomb, the ghouls should have expected this

Remember it's the end of the beginning, so just settle in
When you listen to the Session, better tell a friend, even if they alien
Don't have to wait inside the lobby, you can send them in
And this is what I tell them then

(Chorus)
My oh my, where do I begin?
And if I do wrong, then where do I end?
Can we do it all again?
Can we take it from the top?

(v2)
So I stepped to the plate, receiving my fate
Designated spitter but they call me DH
Fastball splitter, all the corners I paint
As a home run hitter, send the ball into space

Destined to be great, like Bonds hitting bombs in the bay
Banging on beats till they throw it away
Or they down in the dirt, advancing to third
I'mma slide into home with the weight of the world on me

Load up the bases
Rounding the bag on my search for oasis
Dug out the hole, now it's off to the races
Standing on deck, now I'm all in your faces

You strikeout swinging, owe it all to my aces
Went from last place to setting the pace
I'm recording the save as the next sensation
Time to start winning after Ls I've been blazing

(Chorus)

(v3)
THis is ethereal, like pipe organs in cathedrals
DOn't matter what lane I'm in, I'm in every single vehicle
Come for the ride, look I even saved a seat of you
You wanna rhyme? We could spit over a beat or two

Me to you, guaranteed any beat will do
And I'll dissolve anything the acid hasn't eaten through
Afterlife, I spit BeetleJuice
Wonder what the ruckus and discover an abundance of my people dude

I'm here to see this through, I feel the need to do it
If the window don't break, we can trouble shoot it
Too acute with the symptoms, the only cure is music
What I spit is contagious, my smile is rather crooked

Queens Native, never say that I'm out of Brooklyn
From Astoria, way before it was cooking
It was J and I, Lester B and Bri
Can't forgot Michael, whole crew go

(CHORUS)