Born with extempore, I grew up in penury Didn't have the privilege to burn crackers on 1st January Didn't have the money to buy medicines from the dispensary My contemporaries rode bikes and cherished every luxury Those days are still in my memory But still I'm not so rich to record in studios I learned music with my quality of being studious Didn't have mic So I used to rap at solitary places So to scrutinize echoes of the returning voices This is how I raised my level up despite all the noises This world or that world, everybody's talking about pussy and money But they jokers don't make me laugh, you see that's funny They say they're legend While I can't see them in any top10 They just are some subjects of a pageant being portrayed often I stay real, I don't brag about what I'm not This is called retaining the raputation [FULLSTOP]