Yo, you guys saw the aux cord?
Wick burnt out, I'm unmatchable
Timbaland likes my SoundCloud, so get up off my testicle
I'm not next to y'all, far as I'm concerned, you're above me
I act like that's the truth so I don't let up for the money
I don't want you in my business, I won't put you in my phone
The ninth floor is in flames, pass Deddrose the cortisone
Portland knows, the view over the city looks like Gotham
Not fronting for publicity, didn't start at the bottom
P-p-pillar for the city, I'm making news columns
Rhymes are fucking raw, we don't use condoms
We have nothing in common, I listen to Kweli and Common
I could probably get my doctorate at Oregon then turn around and come back to sell out The Autzen
