Love me or hate me, you better just choose something
Don't treat me like nothing or just be fronting
Cause I got a trusting touch on the microphone
Protect it like safety cones with walls of stone
I don't leave beats alone, I keep em company
What's done to me is actually overworked somebody
I've got a gentle pencil inscribed on instrumentals
That's less than accidental if it says confidential
I'm more accurate than stencils so I'm reliable
And undeniable. If something is done I'm liable
It's likely that nightly I stay at home with my wifey
But slightly I might righteously be clean like my Nikes
They might try me but they just end up apologetic
Quite pathetic but who am I to judge them? Forget it!
With a nice slow flow that is more combo than solo
I just go before my foes and show them my goals, yo!

Now you gotta hate me as I switch my styles
I make frowns as I smile and lay em down like tiles
I toss em down and make piles of my defeated
The haters get heated cause they believe me conceited
But believe it, I'm more sicker than a sycamore tree
I'm most definitely qualified as the infinity MC
Which means I can't be stopped and I can't be blocked
I can't be knocked like the Roc, I've got massive stock
I just keeping going, keep flowing, and I'm in the knowing
I cast away these castaways so continue rowing
I bruise the mics when I use the likes of my savagery
With mastery of deadly weaponry and vocabulary
You can understand me being called a beat killer
With scriptures and mind pictures that are much iller
I make you rappers look like a rapping Ben Stiller
So be still when I put the quill and lay down pillars

They love me for my word choice and golden voice
They hate me for my beyond poise like a Rolls Royce
Love me for the way I bring back rhymes like flashbacks
Hate me cause I do not lack packed attacks onto tracks
Adore the core of lore I speak because it's a bit unique
Despise my cries and uprise like Blazers nay-sayers
Appreciate my state of mind as I find I'm on the grind
Be disgusted as I'm more trusted to keep it adjusted
Love it cause I'm the Artisan and loves life ponderin'
Hate it cause I rock cardigans and is sharp like partisans
Admire my desire to be higher than a wire
Shun my puns cause on your head they weigh a ton
Be infatuated with created lines that I recline
Detest cause I stress you into a mess that is not the best
Just love me because I'm oh so lyrical
And hate me because you're hmmm, oh so cynical.