Hold on a quick minute
as I spit the definitive,
With rhymes unlimited,
audience riveted
I keep it steady then pivot it,
Change my style as I'm hitting it,
Keeping my aim straight,
Telling the world to love when all they know to do hate,
You can't change the fate,
But I'm no fatalist,
I'm telling you quite quaint,
That you just can't label this,