[Verse 1: The Rapper H]
My name is H man, have you heard of me?
Intro on the mic, and it fits together perfectly
Check the clock, I think it’s time, a rapper you can stand behind
Flow is tight with sicker lines, none will ever equal mine
Look inside and you will find knowledge is a light of mine
Don’t know where I’m headed, I’ll die if I’m left behind
This is my shot, one life to live it right
Fuck a runway, open sky, I’m gonna take flight

[Hook:]
I’m falling, I’m falling, I’m falling off the edge
And I’m running, still running, you can’t catch me where I’m at
But the music, still beating, I’m alive inside this mess
And I’m wondering, how I’m standing, in this world that’s bleeding, bleeding red

[Verse 2]
H has got the mind to speak, a hundred different words to beats
A melody to find the key, say fuck to mediocrity
The Prodigy then came around, collaborate to break the ground
The earth is like a ride and we’re just chilling as it spins around
This life is madness, running just to grab it
Three goals, snapbacks, I’m pulling off the hat trick
The night just comes alive, with the words I feel inside
I’m terrified to fail, the sentiment of a younger mind
Ya, and it will be alright
Finally moving forward, time is passing as I write
The pen will write the verses, but H will spark the mic
The crowd will fill the fucking show when H is spittin' on the mic
Honestly the melody is feeling like my therapy
The sounds within my mighty mind, derived from my memory
Base, drums, energy, the realest fucking recipe
Emotions fill me up, but they will never get the best of me
[Hook X2]

[Verse 3]
I write rhymes to explain it, rhymes to confuse it
I write rhymes to write rhymes, and never get confused kid
This beat is just confounding, every syllable I’m sounding
With that 3, 2, 1 the atmosphere is my surrounding
Addicted to the movement, I am constantly improving
Putting everything I have in this, try and start a movement
Boston back to Ithaca, I represent a state of mind
The past is past, so just relax, save it for another time

[Hook X2]

[Verse 4]
316, coming live from the studio, I feel it in my soul
Fresh to death from head to toe
Words are morphing ever day, To me there is no stopping
Rap has got my soul enchained, there’s no need for its unlocking
Sick flows, live shows, Boston is my front door
I love my fucking city, the city I would die for
The heart of a champion, the city I’m alive for
H will never let it stop, they’re cheering for the encore