[Verse, Kensean]
Now see
Kensean's lightin' this up
Like a storm in Tampa Bay
Cept I don't have a cup
Never gonna fold
No Mutiny
Y'all best believe I stand up to the scrutiny
The tyranny upon me
Placed by the genre
Insane or gangsta, those choices do not suit me
That's more for gymnasium
My counterpart in ferns
So I'll be myself, like Arthur learns
And I'll stick with what I do
Which is all I can
And I probably won't stop
Until you're a fan
Or maybe when that moment comes, prophecized
When I look my brothers in the eyes
And say the name Eunice Gayson ain't funny at all
And they run over me, no ambulance call
Haha
I told you I've a light
That never goes out, Morrissey was right
Yeah I'm a rapper
Who doesn't like rap music
Or hip hop
Creativity, I use it
To express vague feelings I may or may not have
And attempt to be funny, take a stab
So can I be labeled, enabled or sorted?
You can't ever stop me, I'll never be thwarted
This was a joke to start, but I made like Obama
And changed it, high school drama
There's a niche for everyone
That's what I believe
Just gotta find my rut
That's what I percieve
So Imma keep it up despite having no reason
Maybe that'll end up the reason for the season
Maybe I'll commit to genre busting
And maybe I'll end up so sick it's disgusting
And maybe I'll end up not constantly lusting
Maybe. Just maybe
Maybe