Lyrics:

[Intro:K.A.A.N.]
Yes Lord
Yes Lord
Its knowledge (knowledge)
All praise due to the most high nigga
All praise due to the most high nigga

[Verse 1:K.A.A.N.]
Real shit no lie look, I been up four days straight without sleep
I've seen a life a nigga really wanna lead
Pick up a pen and a pad. I bust my ass to obtain that shit and I'mma spit the realest
Fact off of the bat like im a almanac fucking insomniac hypochondriac writing a rhyme scheme
Living out a pipe dream
The moment the light beams means that the flow is streamed
From the brain of this young rap fiend
I'mma kill it like nobody ever did it
You dig it, I know you feel it, you tripping thats if you listen but Im different
Not associated with your opinions
Seperatin' myself from your averages and percentages
Pity plenty of rappers
Im cockin back and extracting
The bullet is metamorphic informin' you of the rap shit
They capture a simple bastard and place him down in the pasture
A pedicles for the passer to pass them off to the coroner
Try to corner the marker ,cathartic catholicism, apparently its appalling
Averring to your appearance, appearing as the imperial
Prepare the proposition and compare us in a map
It's effecting my opposition, but the moneys a facade
And its a captivating vision
To capitalize upon the way that other niggas livin'
But the truth is in my sentences
Send it so you can sense that
Im suicidal as fuck and that's something ill never censor
My god

[Hook]
I been staring at the pages where the pain is
Thinking what the fuck I gotta do to become famous
And put my niggas in a position where they can make it
I let my niggas know i got them if they
(need something) (need something) (need something)
I let my motherfucking niggas know i got them if they ever
(need something) (need something) (need something)
I let my mother fuckin' niggas know-ow

[Verse 2]
And I feel that Im getting better
My recipe is exact when attacking an instrumental
Defendin' the fundamentals
I said that I break it down, so I turn it into a science
Defiant never compliant
Confiding in when you find me
Defining the definition of dedication and preparation
On my reputation
My repetition is surreptitious, very vicious when I vandalize
The victim's mind ,various visuals
Literal never minimal
Minuscule like a liberal
Live with the unforgettable
Guess I wasn't forgivable
Give in to my profession
Perfectin' what I attest to do
And yes I been the shit
But I thought you bitches already knew
I give a clue and keep it true
But whats the use?
Im not given respect
So I be comin' for your motherfuckin neck
Whenever feelin' vexed
It's not about the dollar bill and check and still I cook a rep
My lyrics is inject and I pray my niggas are patient
I promise we up next
God damn

[Hook]
I been staring at the pages where the pain is
Thinking what the fuck I gotta do to become famous
And put my niggas in a position where they can make it
I let my niggas know i got them if they
(need something) (need something) (need something)
I let my motherfucking niggas know i got them if they ever
(need something) (need something) (need something)
I let my mother fuckin' niggas know-ow

[Verse 3]
I'm infatuated with death and I don't even understand it
But dead to me yes i'm madness
I'm takin' complete advantage of the point
That you motherfuckers could barely even manage
To manufacture this ass and the fact of the matter is
That I manifest and manipulate
What you cannot reciprocate
And Imma regulate what I originate
While you just a imitate
Or recreate
And try to emulate as I assimilate, Never debate
The flow intimidates
They tell me slow it down, using the water, make it concentrated
As a thought that I would never put into consideration
Rather make the illest compilation with the nasa patient
That I have a self destruct type of
Human nature in need of a savior
Im spiralin' in my depression
Regressing as I remember the memories
Of her breasts sitting right up on my chest
Until my confidence compress
Nigga I just wanna rest
And I cannot deal with the stress
I'm constantly having less

[Hook]
I been staring at the pages where the pain is
Thinking what the fuck I gotta do to become famous
And put my niggas in a position where they can make it
I let my niggas know i got them if they
(need something) (need something) (need something)
I let my motherfucking niggas know i got them if they ever
(need something) (need something) (need something)
I let my mother fuckin' niggas know-ow

[Verse 4]
These niggas love to procrastinate
And proposition women
The problem is promiscuity protruding through your vision
I'm consistent with the effort to never
Effect my ethics
Immortalizing my self on the record for your impression
Confessin I got the mind of a manic depressive adolescent
Convalescent conversating contemplating through the lesson
Affecting infectious connections for your conception
I'm blessing what i'm ingesting
Progressing within this section
I been at it for a year and a half and stayin' committed
I swear that I'll never quit it convincing through my convictions
Was the lifted lyricism, a passion for writing poetry
I guess a conscious flows the reason they never noticed me
Supposedly these niggas be workin'
I really doubt it, they clouded the game with impotence
And nothing new was interesting
It's like selling pussy, prostituting music industry
And thats the type of shit that you niggas wanna hear
Seriously?

[Hook]
I been staring at the pages where the pain is
Thinking what the fuck I gotta do to become famous
And put my niggas in a position where they can make it
I let my niggas know i got them if they
(need something) (need something) (need something)
I let my motherfucking niggas know i got them if they ever
(need something) (need something) (need something)
I let my mother fuckin' niggas know-ow