CHORUS:
It's that elegant cat, who's amazing with words,
create music with no budget and making it work,
it's that elegant cat, who's crafting it first,
trying to sound the freshest with the classiest verse,
It's that elegant cat, who's amazing with words,
create music with no budget and making it work,
it's that elegant cat, who's crafting it first,
trying to sound the freshest with the classiest verse,

VERSE 1:

Guzzle buds, run amok busting my ass,
puff it and pass, how cigars we touchin' is clutched,
a gentleman strut has me puffing on lust,
laid back and fantasize bout' fucking a slut,
no elegance there so it's clear I'll spit something,
with a relevant flair, to keep your shit bumping,
spit punches that rock crowds like you don't do,
and find my inspiration, over some cold brews,
this elegant cat's a magician with wit,
make magic happen every-time I'm flicking my wrist,
pen to the page, has me penning my fate,
wanting pennies for thoughts, but already spent 'em today,
so rapping again, with an elegance that,
has me producing smooth visions as that elegant cat,
remixing the joint, the first wasn't on point,
so we made one by bringing you the slickest of noise

CHORUS:
It's that elegant cat, who's amazing with words,
create music with no budget and making it work,
it's that elegant cat, who's crafting it first,
trying to sound the freshest with the classiest verse,
It's that elegant cat, who's amazing with words,
create music with no budget and making it work,
it's that elegant cat, who's crafting it first,
trying to sound the freshest with the classiest verse,

VERSE 2:
Sippin' back on some brews smooth chillin' relaxed,
spilling those raps dudes calling ill on a track,
It's Mr. Elegant Tux, or that moniker cat,
but my moniker's phat so just call me whatever,
been calling out veterans since I was a prick teen,
but spitting out sixteen's like the age I started,
could say I'm heartless, that's what my raps are,
and yours? I tore 'em outta your wack bars,
My heart in this shit, shining when sparking that wit,
these rappers don't even shine in the dark when they spit,
but I'm doper then that right, holding my raps like,
I'm shining with stars while you're holding a flashlight,
this incredible skill-set, chilling with ill heads,
spilling those cold flows, a villian with ill threats,
basking in greatness, rap and acting vivacious,
through a masculine grip smack tracks with an ape fist

CHORUS:
It's that elegant cat, who's amazing with words,
create music with no budget and making it work,
it's that elegant cat, who's crafting it first,
trying to sound the freshest with the classiest verse,
It's that elegant cat, who's amazing with words,
create music with no budget and making it work,
it's that elegant cat, who's crafting it first,
trying to sound the freshest with the classiest verse,

VERSE 3:
I been listening, to my verse a million times,
chiming in on thoughts like I hope they feeling my rhymes,
so I been trying write til' I'm undoubted the best,
giving so much heart it's gonna burst outta my chest,
my boys telling dudes that my verses is cold,
now I'm hearing crews saying "I heard he was dope,"
that's a couple thoughts that don't equate with success,
don't even want money, just for dudes to say I'm the best