push and pressure, ’til it don’t have a choice to

pop into existence, from my infinite persistence, like the inspiration of a Crip to go the distance 

What am I? Not. Who am I? (h) Stop. I’m: the man that myths lie and monks brag about.

Fuck inner doubt, of what? They ain’t nothin’ but the clout.

I’ll start my own club with one member, mu ah, call me in December.

Stick to the Plan – Move in Silence

Remember, it’s a wonder what I see, when I got: prayer, smart work, and love – the only – three.

Everyday just steps to the climb, they call me Sir Mount

these days I’m always on my grind,

upstream I catch trout,

I’m the bear, not the fish

Who the fuck you fuckin’ with

If so Get up on off my bench

and make some room for them to sit.

Today’s my time, what you mean?