I Feel Like A Spoilt Rapper. I

And All Those Who Look Down On Me I'm Tearing Down Your Balcony.

Inside I'll Always Be An Outsider

I Don't Speak, I Float In The Air Wrapped In A Sheet I'm Not A Real Person, I'm A Ghost Trapped In A Beat

If I'm Not Passionate About It, I Can't Write It. I Can't Fake It.

Hip-hop Is Ever Changing But You'll Always Have The Pack. And You'll Always Have Those People Who Are Separated From The Pack.