[Verse 1]
I put raw spitters in hospitals
Make war and it's not civil
Nah, they say I'm fruity
Watch this star burst when I got Skittles
Taste the rainbow and make the flame grow
I hate the fake and don't say the same flow
Keep the ba** low and make a name
When I turn a phrase like a vertebrae
‘Cause I'm back
It's a big disaster for the pricks and ba*tards
I pick the cra** words and spit ‘em faster
You can hear it when it's mixed and mastered
So easily
This game I'm controlling
I'm not on Molly (Weasley)
J.K. Rolling
Wanna spaz on a track when the savage is back
That ravenous rap? I'm the master of that
Don't act like I never told you
So bad that I'm good like Birdemic and Troll 2
Show me what you're gon' do
Stay cheesy like fondue
But I'll placate the fun kids
When I make hasty couplets
Then say lazy dumb sh**
So f** your a**umptions
Square in my roots
Like logarithmic functions
Just quoting the facts
And I know that you're wack
You're alive but you're dead like Schrödinger's cat
Yo, when I'm ripe you can bite me, like a vegetable
I might be slightly intellectual
I'll stick ‘em with an IV, medically gonna inject ‘em
With a chemical, they're so ineffectual
My etiquette is energetic hit ‘em with a better bit of
Elegant and effortless lyrics, whoa
But never would I wanna let a little bit of arrogance
Ever effect what you're hearin' yo
On a song I'm rude
But when I'm home then I'm often cool
And I still love you enough to hug you to d**h
Up at Carleton too, chicka chicka chick
Gradient
Creationists say I'm eloquent with rhyme clearly
It's cause my music proves intelligent design theory
[Chorus]
Awesome eclectic and often neglected
Wrong kid to mess with, rockin' the best sh**
Your awful inflections are causin' a head spin
Cost me some meds when I bought some Excedrin
Awesome eclectic and often neglected
Raw with the message, lost in perspective
They all disrespect this, stop and accept it
Awesome eclectic and often neglected
[Verse 2]
k**in' the beat is my philosophy
I'm awfully close to a product of Watsky, Kant, 2Pac and Socrates
Commonly stompin' these boring commoners, I'll hop on a raw beat
And make a war monger out of Mahatma Ghandi
And steal all your fans who were
At the show to see you rappin', now they're absent like Bueller
I take you as seriously as a comic sans humor
And see through your sh** like a hologram sewer
I'm annoyed by the wack rap often
Yappin' in the trap crap then I put you back in a coffin
Didn't anybody ever wanna hear you rap since
Back when the Ducks played in the Pac 10
You'll never see me in a sports car
But they chant “Ay ay ay!” like they're reading my report card
Y'all rappin' ‘bout hogwash, fellas
My lyrics paint a picture makin' Bob Ross jealous
Started from the bottom now I'm Hiura, still a peon
But beyond a fleeting phase, rockin' for an aeon
I write punches that hit harder than right punches
Destroy the track then take my mom out for a nice luncheon
You could never be a cunning street linguist
My grandma raps better and she doesn't speak English
I'm running these lyrics that elicit d**h
I'm the reverse of what you thought like cough syrup made from crystal meth
Yo, I gotta catch a breath
But when I'm shakin' up the game, I'll erase you
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