I should be high for this
But I’m not
I wanna be in the sky, where the one-eyed goliath is
A diss riot, give me a quiet kiss, quiet kids
Let papa talk and write some science shit, about why writing hits
Is cleansing for the soul, but bitches are bias, listen
I’m in Denmark flipping burgers in my kitchen
Don’t know if anyone will hate but I ain't worried bout these —
Oh wait, I can’t say that, cuz I’m white
I ain't afraid, of a battle between pepsi and sprite
They both tasteless, and they fight, for the wrong rights
Everyone is equal in their misery or happiness despite the fact
That the entry in a white society is hard for the black man
Even though we’re fighting for it all are in denial of the racial slur that rekt them
I am spitting fire, my desires written down on a list on my wall
Feeling like I can’t keep quiet, ‘bout to diss all of y'all
I'm pissed at every dude who thinks he’s it all
Turn gnarly on you bitches, flipping riches out their balling
State
I ain’t faking anyone, I create my own shit but took inspiration from the greats
Put your life in perspective, treat it not too careful, nor with recklessness
Imma put my hands around your throat like they’re a neckless, shit
(shit)
I spit that hot melting lava, I am not renting cars, I
Ride the bike to the mall, despite the likeliness of falling
I keep hitting this spliff, I know what I’ve written, it’s sick
The talent I’ve hidden is 10 times as impressive as this mumble rapping
This shit is a blessing, got me reminiscing on my own contraptions
Writing these songs, complicating rhyme scheme’s up up in this rap shit
Righting all these wrongs, infuriated, the game is slacking
Where are all the real poets who would fuck shit up with some real talent?
I’m just asking