(ContraDiction)
Verse 1
I'm sick like Malaria
Stereo flaring, I don't care if ya
Stare or make faces
I'm prepared to break red tape
Like races
Trace this
Pace if you're brave
But I can tell you'll
Go ape-sh** if I raise
This while the ba**-skips
I'm no racist, but basically
I'm amazing, and y'all are basic
I'm taking space trips just to
Touch base
So y'all can take
The end of your pencils and brace
To erase your raps. and maybe take
A stab at it after I collapse. Hah
Verse 2
No joke though. I'm so stoked
That what I wrote is magic
I'm hoping the rope I climb
Doesn't choke me. That'd be tragic
I'm having a blast crashing
Through like a substitute for
These pa**ive-a** blasphemous
Tracks that trash the chasm
I happened to just pa** over
So give me a pa** of the mic
Before the nights over
I'm not leaving this mic sober
Over and over you know
That's how it goes
But I'm keeping doors
Open
While yours stays closed
Verse 3
Now I know I said no joke
But honestly
My hearts on my sleeve
When I concede
I'm not as confident as I seem
Here I am
Just a man writing in patterns
Trying to spin a web around me
Like the rings straddling Saturn
I've seen 'em come and go
I've seen the latter turn to stone
Just to crumble from below
And take the floor with it when it goes
No, no more rapping for me
I'm an A who's seen too much buzz
Coming from nothing but B's
Verse 4
Think I was done?
Yeah right - that's cla** A humor
You think you can cut me out just
Exactly like a tumor? You know rumors
Are nothing but room for improvement
Until everyone who doubted
Listens to you just lose it
Excuse me, this last act
Will be a doozy. So
Go ahead and use me
As I settle into cruise speed
I'm the Bruce Lee of abused
Lyrical tools, see? Ain't
Nobody near me
Ain't nobody can under-the-bar-stool me