[Verse 1]
First off, I am not a rapper
This isn't a rap, it's poetry, flow with me
If you can't, then quiet
Second off, I'm in first and you're in second
Then pay attention, these beats, I wreck them
Wreck-It Ralph of rectums, try it
Boy, class is in session
I'm the teacher and the bus driver
Takin' you to school then I school you, hard knock
Life, loco enough to stab you five times
Then lick the knife clean, sellin' pipe dreams, though it might seem
Quite mean, that's the flow talkin' for a nice guy
Twice I've had to inform you that I'm too nice
Guys maybe with the gravy rhymes finish last like Ice Ice Baby
That's why rappers like Logic remain misfits
That's why rappers like Pitbull even exist
But I must cease and desist with the hatin'
The times are changin'
The world that I loved replaced with one I must find my place in
Stared in the eyes of Satan and told him this (let's get it now)
Kanye said to say hi from the most high
Know I'm the king and you can't tell me nothin'
Nuttin' in your girl's eye or your girl's mind, mindscrew
Mind you, I run the world rugged
Tell 'em auf wiedersehen, I be the same guy
Wrote Westside Pimp, just with a name inept
To describe what to the table I bring, fables I sing, stable, I scream 'mindset'
But when your mind's set, you might forget where you came from
Shake the game up, play by your rules
If you whistle a different tune
You will perfect that picture soon
Picture perfect, I promise you
Skip to my lou, the prophecy
Gotta see what we all can do
With a little drive like a Hyatt
Try to fight it, find yourself
In the desert, real waterless
See, 'cuz you're thirsty, by yourself, drowin' in sweat, and dry as hell, uh
And still we try to sell ideal versions of reality
With all due you, we all agree, you might as well try not to breathe
That's the quickest way out, I mean not to rib but it's common sense
I been bombin' since Malcolm X taught me to bomb but ain't saw him since
Martin L. came along with his ideal philosophy
Of what we ought to be
A tolerant, nonviolent sophistry
But we can't be any of those things 'til we grow up
Apologies to Trayvon for making him wanna throw up
Haile Selassie, Rodney, and Gandhi's hands got thrown up
Projects tore up, gang signs is thrown up
Simmer down, if we don't, lord knows we might just blow up
Wrote this rap and suddenly, my inbox just got blown up
Sho' 'nuff, know what? I'm unafraid of the gold rush
So what? Homie, just tell me something I ain't know
I know these poems ain't even remotely new
But I just look up to God like, "What else am I s'posed to do?"
They call 'em demons because they can't deal with 'em
I call 'em feelings because I can feel the fear in 'em
Just ride with me and we might find Jesus
And if we don't, then we're liable to get fined fees for
Ballin' so hard, all these testy haters get jealous
I know you care a lot but don't get overzealous
I'm a felon, arrested for spittin' truth
'Til my cup runneth over with lots of honest spitoons
Maybe a blue moon could provide victory to you goons
And I know I flowed hard for five seconds, then moved on
But guess what? I wasn't done
To be continued
I got 'em beggin' for mercy 'cuz they know I jack sons like Percy
And these girls are tryna jack, too thirsty
I'm outta-this-world hot like Mercury
Make that mercury rise, I'm a rising star
Spit bars with precision like I'm spitting darts
I'm a skinny Rick Ross, James Harden
Harder than anyone you know, just bossin' it
Ally & Austin, honestly lost it
The veins bulgin' outta my neck, they oxygen starved
And Ben's lookin' at me like I just jacked a Mercedes car
I'll kill his beats later, right now Freddie Joachim's the start
Boy, just play your part
I'm off the charts
And the deep end and the rails and whatever else you jump off to get hot
Your girl's a jumpoff, just thought you ought
To know before she go and blow the whole football team
You give an inch, they travel miles like childs with ball dreams
You all seem to think I'll leave the ring, hardly
This all I ever dreamed, Mike Tyson, just not eating ears
I rather you lend 'em cuz when I send this send-up
Senators will stop to hear the kid speak
But all in due time