text: Original chucks on laced up like Im taking them on a run
  Theyre begging me not to kill it I tell them Im having fun
  Theyre asking me how I do it I tell them get on the rail
  Meaning get on﻿ your grind Im ready now whats the deal
  My size 11s skate on the surface like hovercrafts
  A superhero you think that I was a Thundercat
  I run with villains my village calling me son of Sam
  Simply cause when I come around they st-st-st-stuttering
  My bodys tatted they say I look like graffiti
  Thats why I be on the roll these regulars try to read me
  The way that people be staring youd think that I was a TV
  But when it comes to the haters I cannot see them like Stevie
  But I be seeing repeats of dead rappers like 6th sense
  My competition aint worth nothing like 6 cents
  Misfit I swear Im sick shit youd think I was Ryan Sheckler by the way I make the kicks flip
  Too cool hands shakes and dap serving all of these fools like pancakes and snacks
  Whoever thought that I wouldn’t be damaging the tracks
  Was pulling they own legs like hamstrings and calves
  I am the only great white
  Body look like a canvas skin is covered with tats and my chucks are always the classics look like Im in the past
  Turn the noise up
  100 words and running
  Turn the noise up
  Whatd I tell these people
  Turn the noise up
  Transformer tatted on my arm like a droid, YUP!
  I am the only great white
  Anytimes my time everyday is grind time no chain needed I am just a star Kells
  Turn the noise up
  100 words and running turn the noise up
  Whatd I tell these people
  Turn the noise up
  Best rapper alive who? Kells, Kells
  Uh, Im so beyond my time the Michael Angelo of the second millenium
  I roll it up and get higher than condominiums
  My raps braille the way the people be feelin em
  Midwest all the way to the other side of the﻿ Meridian
  Back back EST is in the spot now
  We be the crew all of these fools try to jock now
  The type of dudes thatll make ya mouth drop down
  Faces looking twisted like we guzzlin Ciroc down
  Were just city slickers in search of them bigger figures
  This is more than a game my business isnt a scrimmage
  And I be with the sickest cause Im trying to be the illest with them Die Hard fans like Bruce Willis
  Pow pow
  Im in the cut like alcohol in the wound
  But Im tripping like I popped Adderall on the moon
  Focused on killing tracks like Im rapping them from the tomb
  R.I.P. to this instrumental lighters up for the tunes
  Every morning I wake up and put my fitted on
  Which means every day I wake and put my city on
  Cleveland we ready just turn the MIDI on
  Kid Kells, feeling like a million gone