[Verse 1]
Now I don't know why you would imply that I'm a regular guy
I'm a**umin' that you're zoomin' in with secular eyes
Whether or not I try to fit in, I'm resistant to an image
Though I'm admittin' the hoppin' and hippin' has hit its limit
Then what's my incentive? I see a need to be inventive
Every sentence I've written will exhibit to all you dipsh**s
This script hits hard, and if your armor isn't fitted properly
Honestly, you're probably a target for gimmicks
My brain sizzles like an egg up in a sk**et
Do what the hell I mari-wanna dude, f** a critic
I'm ownin' every moment of this scrimmage while I'm in it
Since long life isn't, second chances ain't a given
The tickin' doesn't quit until the minute I'm finished
Clocks and watches limit options - I'm infinite in spirit
Spaced out, but every asteroid Pat avoids
With tactical poise, decoys sit back and enjoy
A mathematical track from a Radical Boy
[Hook]
I don't give a f** about a dollar and a dream
No puppet on a string I'm a (Radical Boy)
Not quite gutter, though I'm far from a s**er
Did I stutter mother f**er? R-R-Radical Boy
All in all I know I'm pretty odd, yeah dawg, but I'm raw
Though flawed, I'm a (Radical Boy)
They ask me what I'm doin'? I tell 'em being human
[Verse 2]
So Kanye's a god? That's odd, cause I'm agnostic
The science of my rockin's impervious to a prophet
Hip Hoppers Anonymous is ominous as politics
Deep pockets put improper logic into prominence
My talk ain't cheap, but not a fee you can quote
If you're thinkin' I'ma charge for what I wrote - I won't
The dimension I was sent from, this we call a sacrifice
Where karma revolves around us all like a satellite
[Bridge]
[Verse 3]
f** lights, camera, action
You hear me snappin' like there's no tomorrow
Almost as if every breath is borrowed
I walk a separate echelon, no level that you've ever dawned upon
So when I descend, guess what I'm steppin' on?
Capitalist rappers who be masterin' sh** backwards
I'm grabbin' your attention
Whether cash I'm catchin' afterward or not
See A&Rs scavenge for the average come lunch time
No appetite for talent, what a punch line
Imagine it - I'm laughin' so bad I split my abdomen
Like someone accidentally swung an axe in it
Muggles wanna rumble when they never took a magic cla**
a**hole - Go pull a whole hat out of a rabbit's a**
It's kinda sad, these little lads follow fads
While I'm runnin' f**ing fast
Trying to duck under the underpa** for cover
Where others wanna wonder why I'm cussin' mad
Really? I don't have half the patience your mother has
So while you fakers stay complacent in this Matrix
I'm draggin' down the drapes if I should happen to escape it
These Hipster-Aid cases got you mother f**ers wasted
Let's unlace the Kool-Aid, trace it back to the basics
With sick verbal content, dizzy lyrical concepts
The instrumental's ill, and my sk** is the onset
Complex view, loose screw, new void
This imagination coup is proof that in fact
Pat Bat-tle is a Radical Boy
[Hook]
Yeah and so it goes, I make masterful noise
No mere pioneer, I'm a (Radical Boy)
Acrobatically leap into the beat, yeah dawg
And it's kinda like my job to be a (Radical Boy)
It's clear that I'm weird, still lend me an ear
There's no need to fear, I'm a (Radical Boy)
Hearing is believing, I'm a practical choice (Yo, check it out)
[Refrain]
Anybody with rhymes, I got rhymes too
More live and ready to out-rhyme you
Who? Me - I'm a Radical (Radical)
Stolen property on an audio odyssey
Make no apologies, cause I'm Radical (Radical)
Radical - Radical? Radical - Radical