(chorus)The rooms in a hush, i dont have to think muchI could feel my blood rush, when the mic and my hand touch(verse)Thats when i start to cuss, the words come out in a sudden rushLike bees that sting cuz they mustIf they wanna survive, after they sting they dieI come out of my beehive, even if im high, ill still writeIn the heavyweight division not lightFly like a butterfly, sting like a bee, fuck your ass up like mahomed aliRhymes a plenty, never be emptyI continue the low blows like mahomeds kosI always stay hot on my toesNo time for hoes, more lyrics for youz,For me more booze, i write cuz i chooseNothing to loose, some to gain dont care about the fameBut i wanna entertain, simple and plainIts blood to my brain, making your ears ringNo time to sing, stick to rappingYou could ask what happen, polish white boy who likes rappingBut doesnt care about the cars or the bling, blingJustwants to win and have hip hop pinnedLike a wrestler in a wrestling ringTrys to make you think, trys to fiddle with the idea of rhyme and riddleLike a skittle the idea is littleMakes your body wiggleMakes you sometimes giggleRespect all types of peopleMy messages arent sublime, my eyes are color blindI just let my mind unwind, go a little at a timeIs it my time to shine or maybe im just blindThis is were i sigh and stck up the sign that saysRewind!, rewind!, rewind!(chorus x2)