[Phonecall] [Verse 1] I blow your mind like cocaine, nah I blow your mind like Cobain Rest in Peace Suck a MC's deceased Rise on the East I'm the sun bringing heat for sure I've been making tracks on the low Waiting for my time to shine and then blow like Johnny, Depp Increase tha rep Like a benchpress set homie yes I get it red Paid my dues but I'm still in debt Cause I have no credibility in the game yet Gotta apply, and run a background check But I bounce Cause I ain't done shit yet Right now, that's what I'm trying to do Stay spitting rhymes whenever I walk through Call me the Grinch, homie I don't give a hoo Any MC yes I gotta kill you But don't take it personnal it's buisness fool Do [?] to just be cool And nowadays everybody sound the same But the Price is Right, but I don't play that game Won't never stop 'till they all know my name Gotta grind to the top rid [?] with the fame Homie if I kill you accept that you're gone This ain't Call of Duty you can't respawn Had your girl down talking on jive 'Till I hit you with the MP5 It's depressing, I really hope y'all learned your lesson And never forget that I'm the unsung freshman [Voicemails]