There was many, few, and now only one
That U could hand the mic to get it done
Running the D-I-istance of MC persistance
Rockin Again, Keepin Inner Minds inventive
Lovin Lyrics, Cool Jams, without out a doubt
Name the MC acronoyms that come outta my mouth
There's nothing wrong wit being simple and plain
But a kid name Cooley had to learn it the hard way
He could solve the acronyms, answer from the tip of his toes
Practice in front a mirror, til his raps perfectly flows
But who woulda known, he'd froze on stage
Now his confidence is gone and he sits in rage
His room is a cage, his pages in shreds on the floor
Cuz he really really doesn't wanna rap anymore
Tried to be too decisive to find what his life is
Then a famous MC told him to rap what he likes, cuz then the crowd might get.../