i’ve got my mind made upside down/
letting everything go just to chase the sound/
i’ve faced it now/ i know it’s me/ not how i’m supposed to be/
even fret the grocery/ forget about your cash bags/
used to drop ash/ now it’s hash tags/
sharp with my slang tang/
gloss paper/ blast mags/
without a bang bang/
you be the nancy/ gotcha/
’cause i’m speaking frank/ sinatra/
my way i gotta drag back/
this is not your brag track, captain/
i’m trapping like a lab rat/
dollars where your gab’s at/
i like a neck tie much as the next guy/
but might prefer to use a gas rag as an afghan/
chloroform/ on the order form/
name rappers get ghost verses/ pay a quarter for ‘em/
and when they say quarter, it means a quarter mil/
so how come the track only sounds sort of ill?/
i could make you get down to static/
kick it for fanatics/
beats up to the attic/
half my life people have been calling me an addict/
but maybe that’s what happens when you have the magic/
it’s backwards/ like i’m pulling hats from a rabbit/
tragic/ people only recognize the habit/
could i put all of me to making something quality/
and get panned/ labyrinth mapped like ptolemy/
i offer no apologies/ this is why my blood flows/
brothers say it’s cutthroat/ study that philosophy/
i’m in the monasteries investigating honesty/
winners that i find i spit to twitter/ so follow me/
got a dream/ probably i’ll always be last pick on the soccer team/
but still might grow up to be the tallest tree/
’cause when they wrote “could”/ i read “would”/
and while they act so hood/ i shred good/
if you’ve seen me maintain then you know what’s up/
this game is just a volcano that won’t erupt/
if i’m not blowing up, we’ve run out of dynamite/
but i don’t need to find a mic to keep on shining bright/
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