[Verse 1: illbert]
This beat is hectic but heck, Dick, I wrecked it
Inspect it, regress it to the mean, line of best fit
Statistically speaking my next line will be like wet sh**
So you should throw me in a tank of the septic
Variety, but do it with some piety
Cause I'm superior, in other words you're not as high as me
On the totem pole, hierarchy of society
I got exquisite taste fryin' up mushrooms, criminy!
I'm on a rhyming spree inciting impropriety
Now the whites are rioting and looting Lunds and Byerlys
I think I might just be reciting the entirety
Of my vocabulary with no help from sobriety
You keep surprising my with how much you're perspiring
Take this Old Spice for free and use up the entire thing
These bars are hot but you're sweating like they're fire wings
I know my sh** is fresh, everyone else is expiring
[Verse 2: illbert]
These rhymes are hectic too, didn't expect that you
Would stick around but since you did lets' resurrect the truth
From in the record booth, this introspective youth
Will set the record straight, like a detective sleuth
Or an inspector (boo!), a fashion-conscious ghost
You want some toast, come listen to this pompous boast
Vamonos, I even do the things I'm not supposed to
Clever wit, internal rhyme, got those two!
Start taking notes, who else could you find to host you
While you learn the finer art of rapping better than most do
Just let it soak through, listen closely, absorb
Don't need fancy speakers, only what you can afford
From the dorms to apartments to motherf**ing mansions
Whatever size your mind is I promise to expand it
If I'm understanded you'll know I'm understood
But to be candid, I wonder if you should