‘#ThoughtsofaGIANT, Pt. 1 <Intro>’

I got my swagger back, call the tailors
'Cause if you wanna wear me out, it's gotta be custom fitted
Uplifted, feelin' like me again, he again
Mind movin' like a Maserati, niggaz want it off the top
Like the Gran Cabrio, but I'm just a writer
Providin' novels of a +King+'s work like Richard Bachman
My pseudonym is Fineprint, but Eddie White's the mastermind
Givin' you a full clip of rhymes, banana-style
From the South, where niggaz ride Chevy's, Oldsmobiles an' Lacs
Man, I bust these raps
Like crooked cops bust they gats on plenty innocent Blacks
An' you wonder why my people never buried the hatch
Styx an' stones break bones, now take the souls an' ferry 'em back
Words never hurt, I use 'em as a yoga mat
I'm throwin' that in my simulcast
I pray one day you knock 'em dead an' break a leg; bruh, I'll sign yo cast
Bitches be like, "I pray somebody signs yo ass"
I know, bitch, 'cause you got ya mind on cash
An' even tho money is the motive
I'm a legend in the makin', full head of steam like a locomotive
You should never challenge a G.I.A.N.T.
Especially when you don't apply the right science
I chose to do my thang all by my lonely
But I'll tell you somethin' that my nana told me
Never go thru life thinkin' you don't need nobody
God made man an' woman for a reason
Everybody has a soulmate, but people come an' go wit' the seasons
I see that clear, no longer cry over spilled milk
Just keep a wall of steel built up, reinforced
Harden my heart an' focus on music, for we will never be divorced
At times I feel like my hand's forced by an unknown force
So when I write this I'm controlled
But what's uncontrolled are thoughts weighin' heavy on my mind
Feelin' like I got the world on my shoulders
Sometimes it gets hard to bear, an' all I wanna do is let go
But if I do that, the naysayers win
So here I go again, win or lose
It's all or nothin' an' the voice in my head sayin' "Kill them dudes"