Beauty of the Unhidden Heart - Dean Grenier Remix

Original chucks on. Laced up like I'm taking them on a run.
 They're begging me not to kill it I tell em' I'm havin' fun
 They're asking me how I do it, I tell them get on the rail
 Meaning get on your grind. I'm ready now what is the deal.
 My size 11's skate on the surface like hovercrafts
 A superhero you think that I was a Thundercat
 I run with villains cuz my village calling me son of Sam.
 Simply cause when I come around they st-st-st- stuttering
 My body's tatted they say I look like graffiti
 That's why I be on the roll these regulars try to read me
 The way that people be staring you'd think that I was a TV
 But when it comes to the haters, I cannot see them like Stevie
 But I be seeing repeats of dead rappers like 6th sense
 My competition ain't worth nothin' like 6 cents
 Misfit, I swear I'm sick s***, you'd think I was Ryan Sheckler by the way I make the kicks flip
 Too cool hands shakes and dap serving all of these fools like pancakes and snacks
 Whoever thought that I wouldn't be damaging the tracks wall pulling their own leg like hamstrings and calves
 I am the only great white
 Body look like a canvas, skin is covered with tats and chucks are always the classics, look like I'm in the past
 Turn the noise up
 100 words and runnin'
 turn the noise up
 what'd I tell these people
 turn the noise up
 transformer tatted on my arm like a droid. YUP!
 I am the only great white
 Anytime's my time, any day's grind time
 no chain needed, I am just a star, Kells
 Turn the noise up
 100 words and runnin' turn the noise up
 What'd I tell these people
 Turn the noise up
 Best rapper alive, who? Kells, Kells
 Uh, I'm so beyond my time, the Michael Angelo of the second millennium
 I roll it up and get higher than condominiums
 My rap's braille the way the people be feelin' 'em
 Midwest all the way to other side of the Meridian
 Back, back EST is in the spot now
 We be the crew all of these fools try to jock now
 The types of dudes that'll make ya mouth drop down
 Faces looking twisted like we guzzlin' Ciroc down
 We're just city slickers in search of them bigger figures
 This is more than a game my business isn't a scrimmage
 And I be with the sickest cause I'm trying to be the illest with them Die Hard fans like Bruce Willis
 Pow, Pow
 I'm in the cut like alcohol in the wound
 But I'm tripping like I popped Adderall on the moon
 Focused on killing tracks like I'm rapping them from the tomb
 R.I.P. to this instrumental lighters up for the tunes
 Every morning I wake up and put my fitted on
 Which means every day I wake up and put my city on
 Cleveland we ready just turn the MIDI on
 Kid Kells, feeling like a million gone
 I am the only great white
 Body look like a canvas, skin is covered with tats and chucks are always the classics, look like I'm in the past
 Turn the noise up
 100 words and runnin'
 turn the noise up
 what'd I tell these people
 turn the noise up
 transformer tatted on my arm like a droid. YUP!
 I am the only great white
 Anytime's my time, any day's grind time
 no chain needed, I am just a star, Kells
 Turn the noise up
 100 words and runnin' turn the noise up
 What'd I tell these people
 Turn the noise up
 Best rapper alive, who? Kells, Kells