[Verse 1: Jay Fresh] I stand for the abandoned fans Mic stand's for the candid cams I land and the planet stands I am the examined man I bring what I need as planned Notes, seeds, and a pen that jams I be what they said I can't Then I leave and they just say 'damn' This man in a must right now My future's only really looking up right now [?] I can feel it in my heart and in my gut right now I don't feel the need to stop or slow down Calling me a thief, I'm robbing your town Picking every piece apart from your sound They got enough of me, enough to go 'round [?]