[2011]
2 lEGIT 2 qUIT
In the city of Buenos Aires
Where decadence they admired
I picked up a pen for One Be Lo
And wrote my first rhyme on the low
And that was it, the urge to spit
Engulfed me, a glove that fit
When others didn't, too legit
To quit; I would sit in my room
Rhyme when I could, even in school
In Mass, skip class, head for the loo
Writing rhymes where others sh*t
I found a mic, I learned to mix
Dropped some songs, they were dissed
Still persist, 2 lEGIT 2 qUIT
Hammering down my styles
As I showed them to my pals
Hit custom on Facebook
Cause my family wasn't down
I was closed, but the more I showed, they seemed to care
So I opened up and my shell disappeared
This icy prison, I had made to live in
Would defrost at their stares from the heat I was speaking. X 2
This icy prison, I had made to live in
Will defrost at their stares from the heat I am speaking