[Intro: Homeboy Sandman]
Yo
Dedicating this to
Young female, who I'm sure meant no harm
Asked me what I did
Told her I was a musician
Said "What kind of music do you make?"
I said "I make hip-hop"
She said "Oh, you mean you're a rapper?"

[Verse 1]
Next interview I'm asked how long I've been in the game
Afterwards gon' have to walk with a cane
I'm not on that plane
People ask why I ain't walking this way
Nowadays I just be walking away
I am not tryna waste
An instant tryna explain
How I'm different from other rappers, far as they traits
Like there could ever be a logical answer other than the music we make
When I'm dead and gone my music will remain
We are not in a race
I don't hold a conventional view
I'm not concerned with being the best, or being better than you
I'm concerned with being better than me
At the highest levels, that's the only better worth even trying to be
This is the protest that the vultures evoked
As a spokesman for the culture that's considered a joke
Just a show biz, son, to show that I'm loathed
Take a gander at the winners how they glamour and the glitter that's shown
[Hook 2x]
A musician
But y'all don't listen
Different
This is

[Verse 2]
People ask how come I read out a book
Like I'm the herb to be concerned with how uncommon it look
I don't need to take the time out to speak
I already know nobody cares if thats the verse I wrote to the beat
And how I do too many features?
Please don't start
How can artist make too much art?
I know that y'all do not mean harm
But it's hard
I never get a chance to walk the line, cause all of y'all walk hard
Cause of the course, my shit is not on par
Forefront of an artform that is not gone far
I guess that that's the price of being avant-garde
Sixteen bars, three verses long
Is the output of a Beatles album and one song
No disrespect to Bob Dylan
But show respect for Madvillain

[Hook 2x]
Top level of dope art
Black Thought, Ray Charles, Miles and Mozart
Might make the airwaves but music selection on British Airways don't take no part
Producers get it confused
Like, do I have a verse I already wrote, but I ain't already use?
I feel defeated
Like MJ could have spit the "Thriller" verses over "Beat It"
It goes beyond the realm of inconvenience
Into the realm of hidden genius
Musicians be amongst the greatest in the world
But caught up in the game that's being degraded by the world
Even though a sim is hated by the world
Don't ask me by I'm jaded by the world
Disagreeing with all the human beings
Convinced with this only being for boys and girls
This is eternal

[Hook 3x]