No Misconceptions

Let this be a fair warning, cuz they must've forgot

Ain't not friendly fire in the field when sending a shot

What's the height of fear, screaming from the mountain top

And I pop right off the canvas, call me Basquiat

Home grown, mind blown, ain't no acid tab

Just me and the apostles honing in on the craft

Study hard, pull a card, had to take out the trash

And they claim to drop science, never been in the lab

Yo we timeless, swinging from a pendulum

Ink the madness, they asking where my pen from

Been down for ten plus, move mean like hand trucks

Cortez or white chucks, this drop, my price up, so