Spit off the top hot for the krumlife show/
One life to live and there's only one mic so/
I gotta nas it, while I let my man Krum blog it/
Grand slam y’all on some pog shit/
New kid using an old school logic/
Hot as a volcano from those old school projects/
Back in my old school, before I could walk yet/
Before I stacked raps, I stacked Lincoln log sets/
Pause it, let's progress, welcome to my college/
Just was abroad on some Prague shit/
But now I'm back (pause) got an apartment/
Red road commons, living how I want it/
Problems? Only 1, R. Kelly’s in my closet/
Was pissed off, when he pissed on my Lacoste shit/
(That’s fucked up) So I pressed charges/
Against R. Kelly’s little hostage for dodging/
Though the Judge thought it was harmless/
He still had Eminem clean out my closet regardless/
I'm Fink, my bars are a problem/
If talks cheap I'm raising the cost with my jargon/
Used to whip a civic now its porches/
Ha, I'm lying, but I'm tryna upgrade my parking/
So pardon me, but when I just blaze a beat/
Its “Fabolous” like I made you breath/
Spitting lines at the sky so the stars'll meet/
I create every constellation/
The embodiment of modern day god, but don't need any consecration/
Give me some but I'm not Jamaican/
And a mother fucking microphone.../
Matter fact gimme a pencil, pen, or a device and ill type a song/
Yea, Baltimore, that's my rightful home/
Rep the Ravens, but never really liked the O's/
This my life in poem, a modern John Keats/
Or Lord Byron, a raw Paul Simon/
But I'm Fink, this is what you call rhyming/
In 1 week my shits dropping, cop it/