[Intro]
What I want to provide is a bit of context
Help you get with the program
Bring you on board with the concept
Positive versus negative like a proton-electron contest
I just hope that a verse this hot
Is not gonna make my palms sweat

[Verse 1]
Rap professional comin' atcha
From every angle like a protractor
Flavor like provolone and prosciutto
Written down or freestyled pro bono
Rarely profane, not fuelled by propane
I would rather eat rappers to get my protein
And I'd proclaim myself pretty proficient
At procuring my preferred provisions
Profoundly prolific, this MC is
Proprietor of fire like Prometheus
Ego's as big as my nose is
AKA my prodigiously proportioned proboscis
Props to producers spinnin' those records
And B-boys spinnin' like propellers
And all my graf writers with paint and propellant?
I love 'em man!
But on the other hand:
[Verse 2]
Sometimes I lack confidence
And as a consequence I can't concentrate
My negative thoughts just congregate
As I contemplate with consternation
My constant content constipation
Writer's block is like confirmation that
No concert connoisseur would consider me a star
In his consummate-MC constellation
And there's no consolation for my contempt for me
Au contraire:
I'm convinced that congested and confounded
Is what I'm condemned to be
I'm the opposite of conceited
I should have stopped and quit and conceded long ago
I'm out of control and I need to confront these demons

[Verse 3]
Everybody has pros and cons
Happy and sad emoticons
Offs, ons, yesses, nos, yins, yangs, cons, pros
Each of us contains a proliferation of contradictions
That conspire to promote a profusion of confusion
And provoke conniption fits
That leave us twitchin' and twisted and with emotional bruisin'
Man I'm talking convulsions, also contortions, contusions
But I'll proffer this proposal, and convey my conviction
That being prone to inner conflict and contention
Is just the proverbial human condition
There is no magic bullet
No projectile that can be conjured
All we can do is proceed and continue
Lace up our Pro-Keds and Converse
No procrastination, gotta go hard like concrete, get proactive
Concoct that projection, construct that prototype, make it happen
I'm pro-creation, like I was the consequences
Of promiscuous conjugal relations that are not protected
By condoms, prophylactics, and contraceptives
Wide-open palms protruding, proving I'm no con artist
I meant every word, prologue to conclusion
Title: "Pro/Con", Artist: Napkins