I'm out'cho league, I'm out'cho league,
It ain't bout verbs, rhymes and speech.

It never was, it never will be,
if you keep comparing yourself to me.

Bless'ed are those who take the dive,
believers in presentation and sticking through the strife.

We mean different things when we say the same,
An explanation is owed to get on a page.

You're out my league, you're out my league,
Cause I sow these seeds and wait for those in need.

Of a one one-on-one; cause it's a belief,
Two open hearts and minds what can't they achieve.

It's easier when there's a duo,
A conversation not a show.

But what do I know, what do I know,
I'm juzt sowing seeds, waiting for my kinda rainy.

It's okay I guess; although indefinite,
good things come to those who wait.

What is it about leagues, why even compete.
Issues, I guess cause we're too many.

So set the bar high and harshly curate,
It's what we can do to hope for the best.

As we struggle to pay what's due,
To those who unite me and you.

Remember the host is just,
To witness and curate, never test.

So be nice, honest and most importantly funny,
Cause in all seriousness, poking fun tho hona chaiye na bby?