[Verse 1]
I fell when I started
Got up
And tripped even harder
Not a teacher, not a scholar
Not a preacher, not a martyr
Just a product of the features of my optics
I'm a geek with a conscience
& while your packin' the heat
I stay armed with knowledge
But I'm feeling nauseous
Because I dropped out of college
And my content is obvious
No guns, no cigars, and no paper
I'll get it later
I'm chasing greatness not ovations
My motivation is to see this nation lose complacent minds
End the race with time and go outside
Carbon Dioxide
A noose to my lungs
Hang on to last breaths
Spit like I'm speaking in tongues
His Holiness
I'm Dalai Lama in tibet
With no tecs or nines
My armament is this pen and my mind
Domination with the way that rhyme
[Hook]:
I'm ignorant. I thought I had it but I'm missing it
The piece of me that sees the actions that I've committed
I'm meek and reflective, I see lives are scripted
I keep mine refreshing, with speech that's inventive
I'm ignorant
I said I'm ignorant
[Verse 2]
I see the words take flight
I grab the sword and fight
My inner demons, you never see them
Cause they come out at night
To destroy them I become a scribe
It's an all out war
When I employ these words
And I attack in the verse
With intentions that's pure
I'm the cure and the curse
Like I'm King Tut's nurse
New to rap
But I'll come out in first
Take the scraps
And I turn them to sculptures
But I'm barely sober
And I'm getting older
Making changes to the status quo
Take potential and I put it in motion
To get the ball rolling
My mind is racing
The beat is the track field
And the speech is sprinting
Opportunities pa**ing
And my parents are lapping
And my patience is lagging
And my cadence is lacking
I'm ignorant, I hope I have it but I'm stuck
I stick to the script, that's why I stay stuck in this rut
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[Verse 3]
And so it goes that the kids with the bars
He aimed for the stars
He made it to mars and claimed it as ours
Fame is inane, when your main goal
Is taming the game, I sit in the cage
Domesticating chains and cars
My main goal is to see the red planet at large
But I'm a ring master of this art
The links broken and Ferrarri's stalled
I bring spoken wits and all of my jots
A cup half full of my heart
You spilt it on the floor, now half empty's all that I got
A steady hand as I type, not even coping with hype
I'm over dosing on heights, I'm slowly finding my style
Procrastinating on now, it's audible BLAOWS
I make your mind sound, I'm taking what's mine
And shaking the mic, and pressing rewind
Don't skate but I grind, and always ending on time
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