[Intro:] Ay Sig…crank the beat up a little bit higher.

[Verse One:] Let me take you higher, call me Creed, I am a special breed, I am a new machine.
They can rebuild and retrain the things that remain, but it all stays the same, your style is so lame.
I can’t be tamed, can’t fall off the track, and these people here, can’t hold me back.
My house is built of glass, please don’t throw the bricks, things up my sleeve, something like tricks.
Pumped Up Kicks and the last’s name’s Foster, these are my people and this is the monster.
This is not an ego, I fly like an eagle, Steve Miller band got me feeling real regal.
Ya boy is back, dressed in all black, New Life in the back, y’all cats wack.
See me on the streets, see me in the jungle, Andre The Giant in the Royal Rumble.

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Verse Two: Crank it up higher like we at the Big Show, Chokeslam, oh damn! K.O. blow.
Turn it up, turn it up, like I’m Too Cool, need a day off like the boy, Ferris Buel.
Banging it, banging it, John Witherspoon, I think I need a celebration, where is June?
I will make you understand I’m a grown man, I will make you understand how I am.
Break things down like those boys, DX, you can’t break my stride, I was born the best.
Are you ready for the steady that remains so deadly? Flow sounds deadly, but I got the medley.
Power of the hour, still a young man, the words that I speak look like I began.
The voice with the choice of the voiceless, I hear sweet sound, but what’s up with the noises?

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Verse Three: I got a lotta names, but it sticks with one, Bryce DaRonn Foster, The Prodigal Son.
Which went to the BDaMan, went to the BDa, sum it up to B, so free, I put my feet up.
The Big Boss Man and The Man With The Plan, man with honor who can make a jam.
My style is definite, your style just is a deficit, I am so excellent, and you are now desolate.
Exquisite, element, and I’m just eloquent, remember everything, got the brain of an elephant.
You are not relevant, I am just heaven-sent, you are out your element, straight up negligent.
I chill in a cocoon, blowing up soon, see me in June, flying to the moon.
Straight up to the moon, straight up to the stars, taking y’all right past Jupiter and Mars.


(Hook)