Hook:
Stand tall with the valor and might
Yo, I'm tryna see what that be like
They can't stop me baby, they can't stop me baby
I'm not wurthless, I'm not wurthless
I sound original plus I move crowds
I know my ancestors must be proud
They can't stop me baby, they can't stop me baby
I'm not wurthless, I'm not wurthless
I stay focused with great work ethic
My vocal quality don't sound pathetic
They can't stop me baby, they can't stop me baby
I'm not wurthless, I'm not wurthless
Essentially I made it here on my own
That must mean that I'm dynasty prone
They can't stop me baby, they can't stop me baby
I'm not wurthless, I'm not wurthless

Verse 1:
Give it up for the Rap Mechanic
Unsinkable unlike the Titanic
My spit game a tyrant, so symbolic
You addicted to it like 2 dolla you call its - now
Solidity my whole package, I'm mean or clean
But dirty on wax stay my demeanor
Bulkin' up, but I stay lean, who can ya trust
In Peter Wurthiness unum e pluribus
My steam rise, no surprise, my advection
Cause mainstream infection, you tuned in to
My ill selections, I'm a game of checkers
Cuz whatever I throw on the record i.e. a
Move, I'm jumpin' opponents - king me
I exhibit royalty...
I crush mics with legit loyalty
Whether you cop cds, lps, or mp3's
Of my flow, ayo, I will not disappoint
Cuz raps the chick that always loves you back
Her intentions are fine; never ever a trap
I'm clever in fact, my wit is taking over market share
Wave your hands around like you just don't care
No doubt, it's all a blessing out my mouth
And... healthy for you like some brussel sprouts
I'm so Wurthy baby, I'm so Wurthy baby
You mad cuz the spit clinic done got yo baby

Verse 2:
Please believe it took some growth to get here
And I wish my Grandpa was still here
He gets a lot of credit for your man right here
I slash with the wrench for him with no fear
I was put on the mic back in '01
Lyrics my prolific bullets showered by beat guns
Blast the nation with hits, hot spits, hot writtens
Sugar packed in every bar like Cinnabun frostun'
I go hard like five Nas' on a freeverse
My statements vehemently makin' the Pope curse
Ruminate and scrutinize my verbal exercise
Dope-emcee-icide, ooops, I'm killin' myself
My arsenal extends, drop pretending friends
Like Delhomme, they no longer contend
I'm on the mend to rap music it's feelin' sick
Got a fever, runny nose, and I'm antibiotic
Casually, I arrive to the battleground
Sometimes speakers burn down before I make a sound
Instantly, I gets down to business
My town say what up, your town say who is this?
I am the pedigree, the downfall to any skeptic
Let's be clear, my best just can't be bested
Invest in my landscape, cuz their real estate
Subduct at rates of earthquake tectonic plates - I'm late