[Verse 1 - Praverb the Wyse]
This J. Cole swole, yes P is grown Simba
husky with the voice, hoist like I know Kemba
Median with the speech, the sender, destined to reach
no pretender, I enter like I'm blessed to compete//
With the force of a street fighter, Tekken, you see
trying to be known, without people checking for me
Tenderize the beef like I'm prepping the meat
life is precious, thankful for the seconds to breathe//
Life, is life, it offers many lessons it seems
dreams are a good way to express some relief
Expressing beliefs, self expression for teens
takes the form of an iPhone, they dreading the speech//
Detached from the world, steady pressing the keys
no news, current events, stressed by the need
To fit in, peer pressure has them repping the streets
others seek suicide and just head for the sea//

[Verse 2 - Don Streat]
Socially awkward so these keys is what I talk with
Only slang the dude use computer jargon
I don’t want to play outside exercise, no jogging
I just let my fingers do the walking//
We can get on blogs and start squalking
Type till I’m blue in the face from this nonsense
All this content post these comments
Like my life depended on this//
If sitting on these forums count for perfect performance
I guess attendance is enormous
Let me warm em screens are never dormant
It took on a form of its own king of the format//
Stroking the keys 24-7 I’m on that
Behind windows I’m all that yup
I can be what I wanna be low key
Got to sign-in to know me homie//