[Verse 1: Bender]
A.I. movement motherfucker
Check it out
If you projecting that thug image and talk guns
With hits depicting these young women in hot tubs
Might feel that shit if you done lived it all son
My pen is driven by drug bitches and lost love
I rip my heart out just to take this to the outer limits
Beyond these snake rappers drowning in a thousand gimmicks
Styles and images manufactured and counterfeited
Fuck that jiggy shit I'll hit the record shop at Value Village
Mop a floor and flip a pizza just to pay my rent
I hone my craft so when I'm speaking that's the main event
If you ain't touching on what's real then you can save ya' breath
I pour my pain over these beats, that's how I gain respect
I'd rather die broke than blindfolded, eyes as wide open
High quotient of true intelligent life-form
That's why they feeling my rhymes for, I'm a live source
Here to keep it locked like a knife drawer in a psych ward

[Chorus: 24/7 & *Bender sample*]
You tell me you did this, tell me you did that
Why what a fucking surprise
But you didn't really do it I listen to your music, and I hear nothing but lies
There's no real truth, and I can't feel you, that's why I'm numb to you guys
No one's forcing you to do it, being fake is a choice
"They talk a good one in the booth but got no pain in they voice, for real"

[Verse 2: 24/7]
Seems I'm painted by my own love
Got a collection of portraits I finger painted with my own blood
I don't care if you feeling hatred or you show love
'Cause everything that I spill is sacred and I won't budge
Stay pure to myself, 'cause all that braggadocious rap is atrocious and it's corny as well
You see, it's hard for me to speak of glorious tales, when every breath could be classified as a story from hell
A fire burns deep with every tick of my pulse
As I inhale the fumes and then spit it in smoke
Try to avoid a nuisance at the end of the road
That's why I use this shit 'cause music is still fixing my broke
And if you, hate on my ways, then take it in vain
'Cause shit I change in the day, you see an atheist pray
What you talk is not real, but I'm Johnny Knoxville 'cause I, made me a name by displaying my pain

[Chorus: 24/7 & *Bender sample*]
You tell me you did this, tell me you did that
Why what a fucking surprise
But you didn't really do it I listen to your music, and I hear nothing but lies
There's no real truth, and I can't feel you, that's why I'm numb to you guys
No one's forcing you to do it, being fake is a choice
"They talk a good one in the booth but got no pain in they voice, for real"

[Outro: *Bender sample*]
"They talk a good one in the booth but got no pain in they voice, for real"