Let me indent my new intent
To be the new one to invent
A style that goes against the convent
Of the hip-hop origins, get it!
I got in that tank, no need for drank
Got up in the club, b**h smells like dank
Say, I'm not original, that's what you think
But I still hate the mirror and even the sink
I don't flow, but I'm writer of the hour
The beat is not sweet, it doesn't smell like flowers
Maybe it needs a bath or maybe a shower
Take to Kanye, he'll amp up the power
But maybe there is no need
And we just should let it be
Be like The Beatles with your third eye see
Now let knowledge in and let your third eye eat