Uploaded June 2011 | Updated September 2026, 10 hours ago
Rare track from the Japanese release of Lost & Found
(CHORUS)
I rock the flows and
I rock the shows and
I rock the clothes, and homie
I'm the chosen one
I rock the rolls and movies
Y'all be posing
Y'all not come close man
I'm the chosen one
(x2)
Not in a Biblical sense
but in the lyrical context
my contents illuminate your nonsense
Under the pretense that violence blowuptuates your profits
then forward progress will condense them
So get the goin' started, blow the target
Rap world's an open market
Golden hearted, so my flow gets charted
Oh good God, it's him again, it's Will again, but his flows retarded
Wait, could it be he's getting better still?
Possibly we could be seein' a better Will?
Possibly he could be earning more cheddar still?
Learn so much from he we should get a bill?
Sees the boundaries, he blows it open
he's been ropa dopin' now he's floatin' G's
You gonna try him? Man, I don't condone it
Rap's dying and our only hope's the chosen
(CHORUS x2)
In the imperial sense
'cause my material lends itself to more than monetary wealth
More than your superficial trend of conceptions
I try to write like y'all, my pen rejects it
The outline, the prototype for the bomb rhymer
I'm the renaissance man, the 5-timer
Scout's honor, i'ma remain a headliner
While y'all remain sideliner, pompomers
I seen the days when radio plays
for a rapper was as far away from me as Malaysia
Still stayed on stage became a trailblazer
For da love of da game remain a roof raiser
Mic chord like a tazer
Leave a sting when i hit the thing
Emcees feenin' to defeat the king
Rapper and Emcee, nope, they don't mean the same
A emcee is a rapper who done seen the rain
I weathered the storm, the throne seated
You won't defeat it, go on, beat it
I'm the chosen
(CHORUS x2)
Rare track from the Japanese release of Lost & Found
(CHORUS)
I rock the flows and
I rock the shows and
I rock the clothes, and homie
I'm the chosen one
I rock the rolls and movies
Y'all be posing
Y'all not come close man
I'm the chosen one
(x2)
Not in a Biblical sense
but in the lyrical context
my contents illuminate your nonsense
Under the pretense that violence blowuptuates your profits
then forward progress will condense them
So get the goin' started, blow the target
Rap world's an open market
Golden hearted, so my flow gets charted
Oh good God, it's him again, it's Will again, but his flows retarded
Wait, could it be he's getting better still?
Possibly we could be seein' a better Will?
Possibly he could be earning more cheddar still?
Learn so much from he we should get a bill?
Sees the boundaries, he blows it open
he's been ropa dopin' now he's floatin' G's
You gonna try him? Man, I don't condone it
Rap's dying and our only hope's the chosen
(CHORUS x2)
In the imperial sense
'cause my material lends itself to more than monetary wealth
More than your superficial trend of conceptions
I try to write like y'all, my pen rejects it
The outline, the prototype for the bomb rhymer
I'm the renaissance man, the 5-timer
Scout's honor, i'ma remain a headliner
While y'all remain sideliner, pompomers
I seen the days when radio plays
for a rapper was as far away from me as Malaysia
Still stayed on stage became a trailblazer
For da love of da game remain a roof raiser
Mic chord like a tazer
Leave a sting when i hit the thing
Emcees feenin' to defeat the king
Rapper and Emcee, nope, they don't mean the same
A emcee is a rapper who done seen the rain
I weathered the storm, the throne seated
You won't defeat it, go on, beat it
I'm the chosen
(CHORUS x2)
