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Verse 1:
Whoah!
What do you call an icon living?
Screw it
What do you call a python
Spittin' fire on everything it lays its eye on
Spreading venom in every direction
I hold the python
Scribbling rhymes all weekend
Holding its tail, with my palm, it just
Fights my grip and
Writhes and wriggles, I am pressing its head down, compress it, breaking it off and squash and stick it down
Making sure that the paper that I write on’s bitten (like whoah!)

What do you call an icon living?
Screw it!
What do you call my strong spirit
With a mind, prolific, that is always thinking about
What to spit and how to spit it
Or flip a phrase, and complicate it
I am not a flippant artist, listen, I am different
I will not defend it
Read the lyrics and you’ll pro'lly get it
3,2,1 my era’s begun
Going Elizabethan all up in here!
Narcissistic? Doubt it
Really, I’m just eager to vomit out the bars I’m filled with
Straight out my dome

Am I an icon, cause I flip words and letters with the phrases I coin?
I’m the wordiest not the worthiest, so not iconic
I am not it, I’m far from it
It’s been blatantly shown
In "Something New"
But screw it, skip it, if you don’t like it
Honestly I’m tired of all the comments I've gotten
Not the positive
I am talkin’ bout’ the people that thought
That I was gonna release a banger, with some mumbling
I painted a picture, with too many colors on it
But there is no point to
Fuss, 'cause trust
I’ve spent time on making
Something quite artistic
Paint’s drying quickly
What’s an icon living?
I am not an icon, I’m its painter
So gaze at my drawn pictures!

It’s Gift (yeah) Blessing!