Kangol hats, limited edition snapbacks, living life with a purpose,
As time constantly retracts, my mind lays back to a fat cat of jazz rap
(Bee-bop, skippedi do da wee) glee of the Harlem expression a black renaissance
(The weapon) for us to march on be innovative, now we got the glamour to glitz,
Be immaculate with hip-hop hits, real bow tye and finesse'
That's a setup with one stylish finish, but why has the black culture diminished,
Nowadays its endless, (I want the vintage!)
Robbin my ancestors for their wisdom, I need em,
Kindred spirits of a diamond soul, now several of us here to reinvent the mold,
Let the radio go, we stylin in this wonderous process!
Living vivid like life is limitless,
Oh It's all glamorous.

[Hook]
Hey yo, you can't hate when it's evident the song is stylin',
More skill in every line than your whole life you been existin in,
It's so Evident that it's oh-so stylin'

Never ever met a dude like me, come to the mic, a true poetic MC,
With originality, and one unique in SC, but the plan is universal,
ROM is my compass, I'm taking land like Columbus,
Be a WORLDSTAR of HIP-HOP, maybe a 90's baby dream crazy,
ADHD every kid poppin' pills not me, I let the insane flow,
Like Osama Bin Laden blood on the floor, my team better go in on the music
Like Navy Seal shooting, recruiting real lyricists, clean vocals,
Stylin' with the vintage before the beat diminish, I got RayMo and WMD,
Used to have a couple homies but they wasn't true to the game,
Loyalty is the heart's profit to a prophet, speak wisdom fear none yet become a boss (HUGO),
I let you go after stylin' on ya, you better be aware of the knowledge I dropped on ya.
Jewels in your brain, better maintain on this Ultima Thule,
The journey of the most extreme we all go through...