Square One - Kenn Starr

Forget the chitchat and let’s make it happen

The ones who said I’d never make it rappin'

Are torn to shreds like cleanin' carpet spills with a paper napkin

Regard my skill as a gift to the masses

So I guess you could consider this «wrappin»

The bars, the curriculum within the song givin' em classes

Mr. Starr ain’t givin' no passes

I dont grade on a curve, I got a way with them words

This ain’t the Revenge of the Nerds

And ain’t no bullies getting they ass kicked

Was thinking that I wasn’t fully built for this rap shit

Retracted, and never reconsidered my passion

I took all of them feelings I had

And then turned em into the venom and the acid

I’m kllin' the track with

You bag what you practice, them feminine tactics

Queens with a lisp all in your accent

A man purse, skinny jeans, buncha glitter all in your Chapstick

Integrity, I wonder where that went- its absent

We need it, cause generally speakin'

There’s too many MC’s claimin' general or kingpin

Allow me to give em a minute so it can sink in

I’m on the brink 'n I’m trynna make a dollar outta fifteen lincolns

Ballin on a budget like 15's twinklin'

Callin' on Low Budget to revise and revitalize

The type of hip-hop that you pride and you idolize

And you can sink your teeth in

Let me breathe and regain my composure

Yeah I’m in the game for exposure

Came for the fame and the dough but I’m stayin' for the closure

I told ya, my DNA’s engrained with the culture

Even when I do it like I’m jokin' around

I still sound like the dopest around

To find competition you would have to dig a hole, open the ground

And make a dead rapper open his mouth

Let’s take it back to square one