[Intro]
Playing two k sixteen, My hands clean
My body built like a dream, Olajuwon Hakeem
My team Rocket, This monster is in my pocket
I Skor on Heath, toffee jocking, my knee un-sockets on trampolines
[Verse 1]
I used to be the kid that was eating m&m's
Never thought I'd be sitting, spitting with Eminem
Well it didn't happen yet, but I remember it
Like it was yesterday; everyday stay intelligent
I was labeled a way because of my melanin
A melon head with the supple scent of adrenaline
I met a Jet at my school, isn't that mega cool?
Maybe too meta, it's better never relayed to you
I set the tone with a bitter hint of impediments
I can fire-bend because I have studied the elements
My requirements say I distance myself from sentiment
Apple cider fresh like a wildflower with extra mints
I'm second best to a group of people I'll never pa**
I could be equal to rappers although I'm bad at math
Jelani once was an indigo, wow, Imagine that
I'm holding happiness, what's the point in holding a strap?
[Verse 2]
I'm not an average rapper, actually underage
Understand if there's something happening, I don't rage
I beat the cat, ain't no kitty pride, I'm not Ellen Page
With cinematic reactions, it's like I'm center stage
I'm Magic Johnson, I guard the game like I'm six eight
I know you were waiting for a cheap shot about AIDS
But no, I'm different, dismiss the fact I acknowledged it
Apology accepted? I'm smart enough for a scholarship
Polamalu, Jelani demolishes offenses
I'm all tempted to ball on the squad senseless
Near a**ault charges from calling my guys to enter
But I can't control them, consider my men as reckless
I block these girls like Ibaka, return to sender
I chill with Rashad, not Silk da Shocka, my friends is going on benders
Isn't it nice, I came in game with no mentor
I'm attending my name and leaving cause it's better than surrenders, jetser
[Verse 3]
I'm not finished, I'll beat the beat in submission first
Listen, I'm alive, not a factory working, walking hearse
Chick, I got the Ursula venomous, serpent tentacles verse
And I'm spitting words 'til these chickens can't even think to curse
I'm Mister Perfect, I'm Curt with a purple shirt like I'm Urkel
I'll murk a Hercules' circle, I'm popping corny rappers like kernels
I'm colonel, I mean it like Universal
Pull a s**er off the stage with a cane and I drop the curtain
I'm burning, my rhyming sk**s are absurd, I'm certainly reaching my curve
And my sternum hurts from the blur of my words
I'm currently serving whoever's next, and I urge you to forfeit while you can
I'm terminal, I'm surging, no clowning, this ain't the circus, man
You're unbearable, terrible like thirty-four said to Ernie
Bert, a servant to a person ain't working, homie, you can't own me
Impervious to nerds and I curl like a Zamboni
A down to Earth rebirth, then kamikaze, get to know me
[Verse 4]
Jet is basically fictional, keeping my life original
My temptations get scrambled, and I can't handle residuals
Messing up with the visuals, make the planet invisible
Planning my pain in waves so my paper isn't at minimal
Cynical kid, but listen, he pivots when he gets personal
Turtle slow ever since I lost turbo, it murdered my soul
My vertical past the sky, my potential is way too high
And my friends are just way too high, it's dissolving my inner circle
I'm awful, what is my purpose? I'm seeking to reach the surface
Won't sing for you cause I'm nervous, I mean it dude, out of service
I see to the proper use of my music, like Christian churches
I'm seemingly urban, heat me up noodles with instant verses
I dream of a new resurgence, please don't refer me as perfect
I beam to a plane of urchins, don't think I don't see you lurking
Alleviate me of vermin, please don't a**ociate dirt with me
Overdose on them opiates, so be it, natrual history