* I ain't tryin' to be the dude with all the flow and none of the loot  All love but no laughter after I recoup  It's all about balance and I bring that with my sound  Though it ain't no more than one or two rap stars from my town  Wanna make great records with tight beats, but after I eat though, follow me  Livin' not solemnly but scholarly on that level my father be, comfy  What if I never do that 'cause of how some of you act  You can't classify something spiritual  My shit ain't underground, my shit is just lyrical  I ain't gon' act dumb as hell to get a hit  But I will have record sales in a little bit  If you read and write I got somethin' you gon' like  Broadcastin' live new non-white Cronkite  Words beyond tight I'm talkin' different dimensions  It'll be known whenever my name's mentioned  I'm tryin' to dis your courage neither as an artist nor a writer  I just want you to go back to the lab and return tighter  Like (x4) who (x3)  Just pronounce it b-a-h, v-o-o, you got it, alright let's go    Words elaborate like artwork on all-access laminates  Rappers say they ready for war but turn pacifist  Somebody must've told you you don't sound like shit  So I guess I'ma have to break it down right quick  I don't mind takin' my spare time to tell ya  Damn near sound like last year's best seller  What you trendy or somethin', guess you supposed to be hot  I can't believe your fuckin' record label gave you a shot  I'm sharp as a double-edged dagger polished, no handles  Yet you desire to touch it, but it ain't in your budget  Step on stage erect like fuck it where the crowd  Ass rappers don't speak aloud  Listen how nice the speaker sound  Got it vice grip locked  Keepin' it warm like tight-knit sheep shearling socks  Say I don't rock and don't say psyche  Watch lightning strike your tongue for lying to your own mine twice  Tryin' to dis your courage neither as an artist nor a writer  I just want you to go back to the lab and return tighter  Like (x4) who (x3)  Just pronounce it b-a-h, v-o-o, you got it, alright let's go    I wear my hair straight buck 'cause I gives a damn  Not prepared to fall to my knees for any man  If I must I'm willin' to make a hit again  'Til I spit again, folks wait for me to drop some shit again  Some styles are so unnecessary like ritalin  And when they lost faith in they own raps they bit again  Y'all sound awful it oughta be unlawful  Dippin' in a jam jaw full of all bull  Snout covered in sheep's wool  Folks be like go head, get deep fool, contradictory as our lives  Some'll be real, make money, honor their wives  Others'll be broke, still playing the field, while their kids bored  Kneeling in church like 'I wanna know who he is Lord'  Sorry if it strikes a chord but I'm a musician  And I want y'all to listen  I need high-quality sound, no extra hums or hissin'  Then given a chance hip-hop can get what it's missin'  Intense in my flow and that's the only way it go down  Get shut down, replace your proper name with a pronoun  What's up now, mama can't pull you back on the porch clown  You grown up, so when you get outperformed own up  Or speak up, maybe you need to turn your microphone up  Or wake up, but you can't shut Bavu Blakes up  Tryin' to dis your courage neither as an artist nor a writer  I just want you to go back to the lab and return tighter  Like (x4) who (x3)  Like (x4) who (x3) uh  B-a-h, v-o-o, one, two, three, we gone