[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 bullsh** 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 [?] 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 [Break] 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/