[Verse 1: Abscaand]
I guess I'm Nas, I don't even know how to begin this
But when I'm speaking, I get head nods with every sentence
The rhyme apprentice that learned from the best in the business
What is this relentless energy inside of me?
Sometimes, I get beside myself when I pen this
It's an out-of-body experience
The person that's spitting this is my spirit, word to KXNG Crooked
I watched the footsteps of the juggernauts and followed them
In the beginning, I emulated Pun's flow like Chris Rivers
If my rhyme book was a human, it'd be disfigured
Lyrical Hannibal Lecter, and every page was delicious
Navigating this game, filled to the brim with the fictitious
Who wouldn't know a real Lyric if they played Sonic
And if you find one of my lines to be offensive
And feel the need to confront me on it, pay attention
I just like the line like coke addicts
[Verse 2: Abscaand]
My life is a present, so I wrap/rap myself
No need for a ghost writer, I don't need the help
My pa**ive aggressiveness through these pa**ages is mistaken as pacifist
10 shillings and a sixpence, the madness continues
I'm traveling down that rabbit hole with Alice again
I've been spotted, but I try to be a positive person
Surrounded by optical diversions, our conditions, they worsen
Ever since the emergence of the black insurgence
The privileged people of the world seemed to be perturbed
Their nooses and words, they put us under the dirt
Then, they curse our names after we've been murdered
Which is absurd because, in broad day, this madness occurs
My speech is equivalent to excrement
Which basically makes me a talking toilet like James Willems
[Verse 3: Abscaand]
How do you like us now?
You beat our ancestors until they were deceased
And then justified the slavery with Jesus
Several centuries later, we have black, Christian preachers
Willie Lynch, combined with cognitive dissonance, prevents us from being free
When I explain these things, my people look at me like I'm crazy
Have you ever been beaten so badly that you praised your oppressor?
The Devil is a mannequin, and Chris Rock already undressed her
She has several, different outfits, but the same, basic structure
Now, take this metaphor and apply it to the rap game
You have actors confirmed fake making change because nobody cares about credibility
Where's the accountability?
With my super lyrical sk**, I'm genuine, like Boogie2988