We're bringing food for thought people, no equal other heads are feeble,
Sounds like another sequel, Meta tries to bring it peaceful,
From my cerebral to the tip of my toes, from the age of eleven - always been about flows,
Heads are like - You aint ready, respond with a backlash so heavy and so deadly like lions in the Serengeti,
Ever ready with that grid city medley, wrote my first LP in my old dears belly,
So of course of laying tracks like amtrak, all I wanna do is get my shit laid on wax and that's the fact,
Getting slack, loosing my drive, keep on pushing but it's hard to survive so i'm living my life,
I get grim like Fandango and stick to my plan yo, rock with the flows of the ocean and sands bro,
So it's time to show of what Meta's capable, night crawlers Meta Vega unmistakable,
Unchangable, from the solid to sediment, most MC's are full of shit like american presidents,
So i'm setting a president, for keeping it relevent, verses stand the test of time like the old to new testiment.
I'm tired of package deals and pre-made songs to fit, this growing scene is covering a failed market,
Sound seems to have no pride, hollow words that don't define - I'm taking back the mic, to excercise my rights,
Moving on to the next course still hungry for more, Meta known for rocking 4/4 and dropping some jaws,
Still loving applause and getting girls dropping their drawers, course from MK cunt, still bringing it raw,
All part of the cause, straight from the source - wait for the pause and i'm back to settle the score,
Rapping since way before 2004, it's that 2 FT HIGH bringing on the hardcore,
Rap tracks to smash weak wax with the syntax, never lacks so we're filling the gaps,
Metaphysics in fact, i'll force your lungs to collapse - spray words like fat cats grown to attack,
In the night I write, refuse to move in the gloom, with pinpoint verses sharp as harpoons,
Push for the future without forgetting the past, how we evolve - learn from fuck ups and get it right at last,
Meta top of my class, battling through, still got mad love for heads who do what they do,
Heads keeping it true, we got dreams to persue, but don't rely on anybody man it's all down to you.
I'm tired of package deals and pre-made songs to fit, this growing scene is covering a failed market,
Sound seems to have no pride, hollow words that don't define - I'm taking back the mic, to excercise my rights,