• I see all you amateurs acting like jokers,
    Doing whatever for fame and exposure.
    Two-line rhyme schemes you keep repeating over.
    Mediocre DJ's, wannabees and posers.
    All of your "good rhymes" originate through luck,
    Makin' up stuff about your life to make you look tough,
    Selling half-assed albums to make a couple bucks,
    One or two songs, I'm done with this group, IT SUCKS!

    I don't got the fame, I don't have the riches
    I don't got the gang, the guns, or the bitches
    I don't got the grill, I don't need to fake
    I don't need to chill, because I've got what it takes!
    I've got what it takes to make a song
    And get anybody listening to sing along.
    I've got what it takes to rhyme without help
    And tell depressing stories without tagging myself.
    I've got what it takes to sing from heart,
    And not draw attention, even when I'm falling apart.
    No, I don't need to fake
    Because I've got what it takes, I've got what it takes.

    All the rantings and ramblings and faking pain shouts,
    Defending the things that you have no clue about.
    Put on your acting face and pretend that you're sad.
    You're pretending not to lie while I'm pretending not to laugh.
    You gain all your fandom from the ignorants
    But the rest are gonna criticize, and I know you can't take it
    Your first bad rating, better give up now
    And hope that nobody remembers you, or how clueless you sound.

    I don't got the fame, I don't have the riches
    I don't got the gang, the guns, or the bitches
    I don't got the grill, I don't need to fake
    I don't need to chill, because I've got what it takes!
    I've got what it takes to make a song
    And get anybody listening to sing along.
    I've got what it takes to rhyme without help
    And tell depressing stories without tagging myself.
    I've got what it takes to sing from heart,
    And not draw attention, even when I'm falling apart.
    No, I don't need to fake
    Because I've got what it takes, I've got what it takes.

    Are you ready? Because I'm about to unleash.
    This is how you rap when you're real, not fake.
    This is exactly what it takes...

    Watch as I spit the lyrics out of my soul
    As I rip this s**t up to make it whole
    Everywhere I go, I always keep my flow
    And dig up the rhyme I retired twelve lines ago.
    Listen to the sound travel through the town
    And bounce all around 'till you're out of bounds
    Listen to me get down as I juggle this sound
    I'm about to explode, try not to let go.
    I'm about to make this, take it, and shake it
    You're about to fake it, but you can't take it
    You're never gonna make it, it's best to quit
    'Cause you don't have what it takes to make it big.

    But I've got what it takes to make a song
    And get anybody listening to sing along.
    I've got what it takes to rhyme without help
    And tell depressing stories without tagging myself.
    I've got what it takes to sing from heart,
    And not draw attention, even when I'm falling apart.
    No, I don't need to fake
    Because I've got what it takes, I've got what it takes.

    I've got what it takes to make a song
    And get anybody listening to sing along.
    I've got what it takes to rhyme without help
    And tell depressing stories without tagging myself.
    I've got what it takes to sing from heart,
    And not draw attention, even when I'm falling apart.
    No, I don't need to fake
    Because I've got what it takes, I've got what it takes.
    I've got what it takes, I've got what it takes.