Invest life on these mics so the gains are enormous

I'mma rock stages get the praises and applauses

But I don't want fame just the paper and label offers

Me and Confidence fighting these major label offers

Because we took hip hop from the grave and raised it out its coffins

These are five mic bars I display on my performances

Given to you by the Brooklyn slash Philly native bosses

Emcees stay cautios cause they know I pose a threat

I've been chosen and elected to show 'em how to flow correct

And now it's made clear soon as my pen and notebook met

I'm living with no regrets this is the path I chose

And I'mma walk it while I shake hands with fans and foes

I got what this industry lacks well crafted flows

Would you be the cause of me having high demands for shows

It's well as plenty record spins while my capital grows

What I'm spitting is reminiscing a classic poem

From every made passages with nostalgic souls

You ain't gotta look further these notepads I own

Or the place where raps best ever has found his home

HookAyo it's brand new

Now let it knock in your towns

From city to brother all stomping grounds

It's the brand new

Fresh and constantly improving

Sound we bringing back just to get your blocks moving

This is how we play the old from the new

Been a long time maybe too long

It's only right that I was born to use mics

For me to build a foundation where good music is made

The streets gave me approval to start this music crusade

Now I'm Caesar preparing and packing tools cause they afraid

To being victims of bars that'll leave 'em wounded and slaved

My whole mission is giving people what they usually crave

Which is nothing but the realness that ain't usually played

I'm confusing your airwaves

Making your ears slaves with this rare airplay

Putting rappers in a feist ragecause they careers changed

Soon as they hear the words I engineer on a page

Hands raised when you pump this on the blocks and your sidewalks

I mastered this rhyme art

Now it's time to climb charts

Maybe bag a few dimes who look good in designer clothes

And graduate from the hoodrats that rock knock-offs

Rashad is too hype to be inside of The Source

I rather be the guy who get your get your CD's signed by in stores

Doing world-wide tours

Reciting the type of bars that frighten mic chords

And keep flexing igniting bombs and it's on

Never been the type to rhyme just for pursuing cheddar

But if I get it maybe a spurge would be cool to spend it

In the meantime I'm paying dues making moves etcetera

Spitting pounds of substance for stations in every area

Making a way that my records rotation much heavier

The mic crusher and predator holding the pen much deadlier

Than any pistol with the potential to pump lead in ya

Turn rappers into discouraged competitors

Cause what I write seperates the real emcees from the replicas

Devoiding rap is what my pen and pad replenishes

I'm fighting with this industry bringing it to the precipes

Avoid all chaos label for the music

Waiting to see the pay-off

Writing religously but never took the seventh day off

About to crash the plate that you rap cats ate off

And make the game change course and go back to the essence

While all this look for day-jobs I'm praised as a legend

Solidifying my spot is changing bars with the veterans

Now name another poet I can't do this better than