Eets - TED Talk lyrics

[Verse 1] You never seen a man so calm in your life They afraid of this might And I got the type of mind to grind into that white light I rock the mic inside the china shop and spit that bull sh**, this ain't no bullsh** It's eating past after the stomach full sh** No eating a**, no groceries, I ate at restaurants They serve me well since I'm a baby of the Kant renaissance You may recall my marvelous reconnaissance I never forget, like elephants on 4chan Remember I'm a poor man, but got a f**ing kingdom up in here Where the beer flows like memes, seeded without a peer See I had it up to here, all these doubters in my ear Tryna tell me I don't have the whole world up on my spear (what you do?) I Van Gogh 'em, pretend I don't know 'em Too busy showboatin' to roast 'em, the flames floatin' No jokes, see my quotes remain potent Even in the casket, I'll be one to close it I'm a poet and I know it, see I could do some good But these demons in my ear make me feel misunderstood Lord knows, my intentions are hood And I rub it in a little bit more than I should But what would you do if you were great and you knew it? I put up a page, I get in my range I open up a vein and let a river run through it You call it music (that's close enough) [Hook] Hoe, one two-'til my voice is hoarse Hoe, one two-'til my voice is hoarse Hoe, one two-'til my voice is hoarse Guaranteed to rock, rock, rock the mic Hoe, one two-'til my voice is hoarse Hoe, one two-'til my voice is hoarse Hoe, one two-'til my voice is hoarse Then take a pause [Verse 2] I get my dinner on from intercom psalms and scratch an itching inner palm Give a Ted Talk about sh**ting on 'em and spitting on and on They wonder what arithmetic I'm riffing on They wonder what this written on "since when he get his Merv Griffin on?" I wonder who I'm pissing off Bump missives in the whip, run crystals for the glisten Dump crystal down the sink up in the kitchen I run missiles in my whistler Children for my pisser When these women call me Mr. J Know I came to slay like a gay man Shade like a Ray Ban, you know I'm here to stay You can find me 'round the way like a waistband Writing 'bout my stay on some 'how to be a man when you hate man' L.A., the home of human spray tan Heard it from the grapevine in that gray van With many a gray band I give a damn on some frankly my dear Whoever made me had some great ideas My parents built me, yeah I'm straight IKEA Had this voice to God since I was five feet uh Drinking wine, eating divine pita Kissing that cross, now they kissing my crosshairs When I rap on beats that sound like a video game boss lair—sh** In my pauses I hear Ric Flair trippin' Yeah my quips could carry trips like some big bear visions Yeah these words are so sharp I give some thin air stitches Got a hole in space-time where I state my business [Hook] Hoe, one two-'til my voice is hoarse Hoe, one two-'til my voice is hoarse Hoe, one two-'til my voice is hoarse Guaranteed to rock, rock, rock the mic Hoe, one two-'til my voice is hoarse Hoe, one two-'til my voice is hoarse Hoe, one two-'til my voice is hoarse Then take a pause, and you know, of course