In My Zone

My flows so hot, you thought I was spewin' butane Against an open flame, napalm runnin' through my veins I always maintain, this style that I claim A way to unwind my brain, keepin' me sorta sane What more can I say? I stay above the bar I set Since the first flow I wrote and my first live set Never fret when I'm lookin' back Scribblin' on the first notepad, flippin' dope raps, yo I've got a lotta hope in this dope flow I have Cut throat with the notepad with every line I wrote Broke every barricade gettin' in my way Let the beat play until I filled the page With somethin' so great you can try to replicate But you can't take the place of the path of my fate I'll say it to ya face, you don't have what I demonstrate So go ahead and hate cuz you ain't got what it takes I'm in my zone on this microphone Known to come correct I'm in my zone on this microphone Known to come correct Cyclone with the flow Leavin' beats wrecked You exaggerate, imitate, everything you do is fake Copy cat, jackin' raps - that's ya 1st mistake Screw up number 2 is you're as whack as ya whole crew Ya think ya so smooth, but ya style's old news The subject of ya dialect is so overused Ya attitudes a ruse, dude you must be confused Error number 3 is you're so blind you can't see Ya just a wannabe, Xerox copy creativity Ya mimic all ya idols, been a gimmick for a while Ya wreakin' of denial, lyrics weak and lackin' style Missin' versatility, been shadowin' trends I can't comprehen dwhy you went for that pen Then you picked it up again and again Different beat but a repeat of what you've been spittin' Back at it - whack-rap-addict with a bad habit If I catch you rappin' on that mic I'ma grab it I'm in my zone on this microphone Known to come correct I'm in my zone on this microphone Known to come correct Cyclone with the flow Leavin' beats wrecked Upset that ya skills that you posses won't impress Don't convolute the truth dude, you'll never progress Ya need to reassess the key to your success Cop a style of ya own, stay far from the rest Stop copyin' the image that ya see in the press Knock it off and take that fake bling off of ya chest Live and direct Mista Walk in the flesh Brought to you by the dude that always comes with the best Obsessed with gettin' somethin' fresh bouncin' off the rhythm I critique until I get that sleek sound in my writtens Mic check, one-two, one-two Thought you knew I was gonna come through with the old school Elite bringin' heat to every peak that i reach You can't compete; ya speak weak lyrics - obsolete I think we need to extinct whack rappers like you So fist bump to the funk and yell kick it old school I'm in my zone on this microphone Known to come correct I'm in my zone on this microphone Known to come correct Cyclone with the flow Leavin' beats wrecked