D-Lain - Intro(Vert) lyrics

[Verse 1: D-Lain] I sit alone when eating lunch people irk me Im antisocial, feel unearthly Say that im an alien when im a h*mosapien Sit in college, seek knowledge, never been an atheist Wonder all the time who or what created this Big rock we all spinning on, planet that we livin on Can I learn it from experience, or must it be a synagogue? Searching as an earthling, and im hoping the creator don't tell me that I did it wrong Im playing Diddy Kong, Diddy Combs words flowing through my mind Im wasting a lotta time, should I be on the grind? Or should I be enjoying life? Yall think im toying right? I watch who*es on all fours on laptops And make sure that my door is padlocked Im 19, don't know how to flirt yet Think you having girl trouble, know im doing worst bet Dudes hatin on me when they say that I rap good Understatement of the year sir, I am that good God gave me this sk**, nobody takin it Oversized hound, you are all bacon bits Laugh while you can bro soon ima be the king Bling's not a goal of mine, I just wanna hear the ching I wanna travel without having to battle with a bank I ain't tryna be rich, mayne im tryna be sane Know im D-Lain, lemme tell you what I ain't I smoke on nothing, I don't need your dank I bump Lil B, Ion need yo drank That rappin with a lame gimmick ship been sank Im tryna tell a new story, I ain't grow up in the streets Moms ain't on crack, pops ain't dead-beat I am not some type of reformed OG But I do guzzle H20 by the OZ [Hook: D-Lain] I refuse to be confined to a nine to five I wouldn't feel alive I wouldn't feel inside I'd just be a tool for the world to use I gotta do what I want to do I gotta do what I want to do I gotta do what I want to do I gotta do what I want to do Ooo [Verse 2: D-Lain] D then a dash then a lain It is he who can breeze on a track like a train Ghost Rider he carry heat in his brain So yea he yellin peace when it rains So he need an umbrella mayne And he never rock a chain, cuz he don't want the fame He don't want the blame if a million rap fans turn out to be a shame Then the critics claim it was a result of the music they was playin Teachers question if he's clinically insane But his friends know, he's in no kinda pain And his kin-folks know that he in love with Nintendo Typin on his MacBook, starin out the window Skullcandy headphones covering his earlobes Renegade nerd, you know he don't fear no Man, destroy all weapons Haters wanna attack him for the shoes that he step in.. Even though its uniform for the set that he reppin Left sick songs in plural, number before 7 And I Picked up Hip-Hop when I was bout 11 Didn't really pursue til I heard Below The Heavens And ever since then my lyrics been progressing Some people don't like it, but hey I ain't stressing Forget about you, im staying out of depression By taking stories from my life and putting them on a record