From the Creation Fashawn (Ft. The Alchemist, Oh No & Roc C)

[Verse 1: Fashawn]
Look in the mirror: are you a reflection or an image?
A person or a persona, real thing or a gimmick?
I hate when rappers get on the mic and act timid
They must have never came in contact with a menace
In the lab with the 'Chemist, loading up ammunition
In my path for the listeners, fans, and the critics
Niggas out getting it, trying to advance to a million
And trying to their fam in positions
Where they ain't gotta rap, shoot hoops or pitch grams for a living
10 G's to a hundred grand, keep it consistent
The exact definition of a man on a mission
To take over the land, expand demolition
Wonder how many syllables I can cram in this sentence?
Like a general I command your attention
I be killing 'em, every stanza is venom
In my B-boy stance, can't help but glance at a nigga

[Verse 2: The Alchemist]
So in the summer I'm getting dumber
Doing my digits, doing my numbers
Rappers are similar, six are 1, half-a-dozen are the other
I'm custom cut control, rock a windsuit and some Timberlands
Touch the floor and guard my space, 'til they carve my face
In the side of a mountain like Rushmore
I'm prophetic, doctor the drums with a medic
Could end up like I'm fresher than lettuce and get shredded
I'm ready, yo, I'll stand next to the sprinkler without getting wetted
Don't step in my circle, no doubt, get deaded
Serve 'em no cut like video footage without the edit
Emperor, thinking, "What the fuck I need a pencil for
When I could scrape the corners without a Desert?"
I'm a criminal into vandalism
Whoever want attention, stomp 'em out and whoever's standing with 'em