Welcome to the whistle test
you'd best swim hard to keep abreast
Master the fast blast in your chest
Prepare your derrière to fare with the best


Personality matters more than skill?
that the reality saddening it chills
can't get no skrill unless I spit about blood spilling,
then I make a killing twirling a moustache like a cartoon villain
otherwise I'm on the bench like Krillen
no amount of solar flares can get them to care no mass appealing
spitting over space that needs filling
having a blast staring at the glass that makes up the ceiling second billing
To rappers that lack the dapper patter I spit in plentitude
Humour from the crapper so dumb that I'm resenting you
so I'm venting through these beats and bars
Even though I'll never have the teeth and cars
I'll take a leaf from KRS and pave my own path to success
Even though I'm not blessed I'll keep on emptying my chest
Wearing the crest of the cat when I charge at a test
no ratatarat I work hard to be the best

Drop that beat right down like gravity
start too hard it'll result in a tragedy
Cut too deep and create a cavity
Instead I'll hang loose with the bangers like the sword of damocles
by a hair, as if you care no respect for a classic
It's all hashtags now Nas would never make it with Illmatic
in this climate, he'd be stuck up in the attic
where till the end of his days he's inhabit
Cos quality control is a distant dream
when it has to compete with fiscal schemes
And it doesn't matter how hot you hit it how much steam
There just isn't a place for you on the team
What happened to the days of artist development?
That seems to me to be the forgotten fifth element
it's about as inconspicuous as an elephant
theres a distinct lack of relevance, let alone eminence
in todays life, they fake taking part in a movement
despite their resources we see little improvement
It's just something we've come to accept.
And after a while we forget
Well, fuck that, here's a new idea
I'm done with that shit, now I see clear
Won't whore myself out for a hit but have no fear
The king will have his sphere.
it's the premiere of the cat without peer
lyrical bullets, in my bandolier
The cynical can pull it I'll sneer as I smear
The zeitgeist I'll commandeer
Welcome to to the whistle test.