Verse 1:
Uggh! Check the style it’s Watts.
From 99th to Gompers to Locke. Check the profile,
Who is he? ruff rugged or intellectual,
how bout both? Go two ways like bi-sexuals.
But all hetero he, steps into the joint.
Heads turn, girls swoon, cool you get the point.
So don't be deceived by degrees.
Came of age as Payback started as Bobby Lee,
the message is unchanged.
He went to the Mecca, to elevate self and run thangs,
make the world say his name like Ernie Terrell and Ali,
now he’s chasin the power like Tracy Marrow and Darlene.
He's come a long way since Watts.
Now he parlays and partays in bougie spots,
in case you forgot, check the tat etched on his bicep,
since '85 hat cocked slight left.

Chorus 1:
Who Is He? The Robust One from wayback, it’s ya boy Payback, jeeeah!
Who Is He? Born and bred in Watts against all odds existence flawed a paradox, uuh!
Who Is He? He’s gone from crack rocks to black socks, now he keeps the tracks hot, jeeeah!
Who Is He? 6’4, 250, the spirit of the hood lives in me, uggh!

Verse 2:
No longer chase dem thangs they chase me.
I had to curb the urge it's phase three,
See I like my woman with class not whores or milfs.
You know that kind that thrives on filth florin filth,
don't need her don't want her
don't matter if her ass is fatter already had her I'll be damn if I flaunt her,
thank God I evolved,
broadened my scope no longer impressed at all.
I’ve gone from black socks and hot sauce.
A work in progress, that fact is not lost.
The early years of galavanting with whores,
raised my game, now I’ve advanced and matured,
my current disposition, is a winning position.
So I share jewels of how I made the transition.
This is my bio, a day in the life?,
nah!, my life as it is expressed with pen and a mic, truth!

Chorus 2:
Who Is He? West Coast dweller, the Black fist storyteller, Word!
Who Is He? From mansions to project homes, he’s representin’ til the cows come home, jeeeah!
Who Is He? Watch him let loose the ripper, he’s that Clarett juice sipper, Uggh!
Who Is He? Mind of a hustler, grab the steel dope verse buster, jeeeeah!

Verse 3:
This ain't that geechie music laced with crack flow,
it's that feel good, that harkens back to Afros.
My style contains.
More influence than what was given to Malcolm by Brother Baines,
Payback’s his name he's complex, anomaly filled.
If you can get like me then you probably will,
But there's only one of me, uniquely designed.
I live outside the matrix, and freein’ these minds.
Like Neo as for me though you fiend for these rhymes,
like addicts take a hit and feel the need to rewind.
Mastered life tactics, now I out fox 'em.
I'm real nice at this, peeps how I rocks 'em,
you can play possum but I'm out to get it.
Dig it, I'm conscious with no box when I spit it.
Look and behold it's the truest.
The life and times semi-colon Rob Lewis.

Chorus 3:
Who Is He? The Big Black Buck, cocked hat, far from your typical cat, jeeeah!
Who Is He? He went from Watts to Rio, a hood superstar for real!, jeeeah! Uggh!
Who Is He? This ain’t that coon rap, it’s that feel good spittin on dat boom bap, Uggh!
Who Is He? Now ya know him, follow my lead believe he’s God’s chosen, … Right!