Relax! Imma 'bout to Put you Up on Game

cuz this rap shit right here'll be my claim to fame

many years havve passed, but im still the same

goofy little nigga, mixed with an ounce of lame

i pop it off, im out here trying to make a name

gettin puplicity, still trying to find a dame

my flow is so incoherent

and while its so aparent

yes i had to point it out, go tell your parent=P

i know ur like "shit, eddie back at it again"

and some are like "he was doin this? what? since when?"

im a poetic blogger playing frogger on the keyboard

gettin money, eatin more honey than i can afford

my flows are all melodic

my thinking is so methodic

and the messages that i spread accross the place are all symbolic

but now the flow is getting weaker, my future: getting bleaker

so this is where i break it off, this is when i start to stop

that was kinda sorta just a little oxymoronic

gimme a couple years, and ill be sorta iconic

imma be the nigga kids look up to

not because im tall, but cuz of all the good stuff that i do

i was put on this earth, to prove my worth

my mindset is both a blessing and a curse

but ive seen worse..

so its no sense complaining

keep your head up, reach for the sky, even when its raining

and then wave ur hands in the air

push em up like ya just dont care

and i can guarantee that every one that can see, will take the time to stop and stare.

speaking of stopping. shouldnt i be dropping

this whack fake-ass- b-boy shit?

look at this kid, with his kicks and his lids actin like he can spit

i can, cuz im a menace, straight outta venice(maybe not..)

ok, so more like a kid trapped at home

on his way to rome..

no, shhhhhhhh! im in the zone

yeah, so now this stuff gettin stupid..

here's when i say "oh yeah? then prove it"

then you say "its all over now"