I don’t write so good that my flow is flawless / God knows-not hood and I’m not from Compton / I don’t smoke kush-snoop-doggy-dog can fuck off---I’m broke but I wrote this conscious / I don’t give a darn if I’m not the top shit / I sit back and I ponder often / I watch Kendrick, Shady, Common, Tupac, Nas and and other Hip Hop gods and I posit the chance I’d sit among them / By my math its nil to nothing but I’m filling my thoughts with a million bubbles / Ya pop one and it will get ugly / I give up but my tummy’s rumbling and I really just need to fill it with something / success for lunch and you’re done so I eat whatever I want

an amuze-bouche when I get the nibbles / consume my foolish music no quibbles / I’mma chew rap like a Juicy Fruit and spit it, shooting it far like an uzi pistol / oozing these amusing riddles (like spittle) / too slobbery pooling dribble / I’mma mop up with a broom and Swiffer / I’mma blow up like a cruise missile though I feel small like I’m Stuart Little / I’mma get much larger than you can handle / You can bet your balls that I’ll do some damage / I learned to be strong through the Art of Manliness / My calling is awful, rap is just shit these days so I’m going to crap on it / I’m giving all that I got, venting out the wind in my lungs

Clear as mud, your rap is opaque / Fear is something I can’t obey / you get money, battle for pay / it’s my hobby—this is your name / you write crap—copy and paste / I write lyrics full of my pain

You say you’re born for greatness but your rap is the same shit as their rap; full of fakeness / just be yourself and quit
If you stay a little longer you’ll see I’m getting stronger / you’ll fade into a dark blur and I’ll rise through the shit

Let’s start from the top—down in my basement, I’ll take this nonsense you’ve created / I’mma chop it up like its Sabre-tooth tiger meat and I’m feeding a group of cavemen / Induced by the woos of Satan / (HIP HOP) removing the truth to fake it / I aim for improvement, you’re doomed to be the same but the roof, I raise it / all I’ve been accused of maiming is music deader than euthanasia / in accumulating the fruit of labour I’ve made mistakes but I pruned and changed them / Immune to the stupid angst that these losers take and abuse the game with / I give a little more love, spilling it with all of my blood

I’m a be positive, algebraic / if rap is X Y do I hate it? / It’s a dangerous mess of slang language / like a head injury, its gone aphasic / So maybe I need to face it, amend its pain—rehabilitate it / I’m afraid that to save it’s improbable / it’s caged and perseverating / but the truth—I haven’t got the training / I’m not a doctor, I’m the patient / I can’t wait long, Hip Hop is taking its last few breaths and I’m popping painkillers / Gone vasovagal, I’d fade away but I’m sustained by the angels / Still giving all that I got, it’s my mission, healing Hip Hop

Clear as mud, your rap is opaque / Fear is something I can’t obey / you get money, battle for pay / it’s my hobby—this is your name / you write crap—copy and paste / I write lyrics full of my pain

You say you’re born for greatness but your rap is the same shit as their rap; full of fakeness / just be yourself and quit
If you stay a little longer you’ll see I’m getting stronger / you’ll fade into a dark blur and I’ll rise through the shit

Cold like a distant planet / Black holes gather around my galaxy / screaming into a vacuum, manifest destiny shrinking around me, panicking / people need to be shown good rap / tune their satellites into the vast expanse and give the future a chance / I can hear the music at last