Intro:
This is me...
This is where I've been. And this is where I'm headed.
But I gotta make up for lost time like a mothafucka though...

Hook:
My heart pounding you can hear that through a broke steth
I'm in the booth spazzin' out til my last breath
I grip the mic and spit what's on my mind so pure
Other emcees sound like the finest cow manure
I rep the God flow cuz I know I can fam
I'm a star you can write that in the program
The Mt. Rushmore of this shit my only cure
Have I copped the props I've deserved? Can't be sure

Verse 1:
Wurthy's a standout player in a crowded league
Carefully besieging a negligent industry
Don't stick your hand out unless you is kin to Pete
Don't sing my blues even if you cast by Glee
Feel like Martin Luther with unfinished biz to capture
Infinite tasks to accomplish before the next rapture
Time is a coveted possession often misappropriated
Shits a shame and often underappreciated
My crafts spic and span not a flash in a pan
I'm passionate damn, that can be seen by the blind man
My rhymes don't protect minds like latex? Said that
On my first shit, now look what you done to the kid
Mic controlla, I strike recorders
My rite, of passage when I said
Fuck a critic holdin' me to a quota
You got a title please believe that I'm coming for ya
Your fans gon' sleep, hell yeah they'll be snoring for ya

Verse 2:
Right now, my skills be the primiest
When I don't shower my rhyme feel the grimiest
Now if Pete fell off then tell me, but it's unlikely
Cuz I stay with more 16s than R. Kelly
Fuck a 12 Play, this cut got 13 for your ear holes
Ante up against the champ but that's a clear fold
My mere goal make sure my bars known like Sprint
Spit tight, shine bright, the whole world finna squint
My rendition the finest condition like Mint
Tell Keyshia Cole your boy been Heaven Sent
I'm hell bent toward getting my name out
Don't wanna be on top but despised like sauerkraut
Slow ya roll, if you think my retirement soon
My absence is honorable discharge from a platoon
What does Pete want read on his tomb?
They heard him go in then they felt their sudden doom (sheesh)

Verse 3:
Extra extra, read all about it
Pete Wurthy is that dude, you bitches can't doubt it
I speak courageous and with mass pizazz
My aim so direct it’s found on most compasses (where ya at?)
No longer 'Clueless' like Alicia Silverstone
I'm in the zone, for LP 3 I'm in flight like drones
Can't pretend, in my den, not many can comprehend
Real spit's essential oils and Pete got the top blend
Always been true since day uno
Not immune to writers block but it's cool though - cuz
On game day I'll deliver - no Digiorno
My radio hit singles stay flame like inferno
Inspire the next gen, with scripts of wisdom
My pensmith addiction, blow torching cats like Pulp Fiction
I may pause from flow but I'll never stop growin'
But I'm back to run the tracks like Jesse Owens so...