Lil Kydd - Chiptune Euphemism lyrics

Uhh, Lil Kydd... Let's do it Since I'm lyrically rich I'm not in need of a milli; I dare you to find One with more sk**. (more sk**) I'm like Dr. Seuss if the Cat in the Hat of his; Ran away smoking cannabis and Came back to lyrically k** Dropping collateral Like ba** in Skrill's music; And have all remaining lyricists Find me ill With no felonies No background check; Only eighteen Dictionary on deck And that can happen with school Work ethic; And all this other stuff I'm expected To tell the younger kids When you allow me to Put my two cent in; Best believe I don't care 'bout The hundreds Keep it real Stay on, never under it; And keep going until you're Six under, kid Watch your peers get dumber Every Summer; And spontaneously come out of nothing Bringing the thunder I'm yelling timber at all of these Quote-mark k**ers; And coming for every one Of them like a once-ler. (once-ler) Allow me to drop the Onomatopoeia sodomy; It's probably improper phonics To watch a wannabe Try to go Toe-to-moccasin; With this innocuous-looking Proper G... And that's synonymous with harmless For all the fellow artists Who wanna call me confusing; For choosing to drop A seven-dollar word here or there Some leave their two cent, I got A pocketbook to spare; Cause I remember being An indentured servant To the idiot box The other kids would all talk ill of me; "Who is he? Watching anime s**ing at little-league?" I took solace in screens and moving Pictures; The rap game seemed to be missing A couple pixels. (pixels) I turned heads expressing Some views that were different; So when was that synonymous with Self-righteous hipster? (hipster) "Let's dismiss him The kid's got issues"; "Fatherless suburban What does he want, a tissue?" Kids would try and give me A penny for all my thoughts; Saved a couple quarters and Earned myself a continue. (continue?) ...It's only clean rap; That I be soliciting I'm sticking to the D-Pad And the set of bu*tons On either side of my free hand; Play my life correctly And you earn yourself a free man While I'm in the studio Perfecting my ba** line; Mother's working two game cabinets At the same time There's no such thing as Middle-cla** frame of mind; I'm on my grind, got beef? Take a number, get in line So tell me... Why y'all did it; Wrote me off as a weirdo From the beginning Inadvertently creating Your own villain; An alternative rapper And his chiptune euphemism This is for the elementary Kids who gave me mood swings; For the middle school kids Who'd rather that I groupthink For the high school kids Who say my flows are too advanced; Power up by power up I'm picking up a few things Sometimes my life Is so confusing; I gotta stop and clear my head So I can really do things So if my goals are crazy to you... Let me get one oar out The water; There's a screw that needs Loosening Kid who's ignorant of his Own past; Lived his pre and post-adolescent Years behind a mask My confidence is a false Bravado; Put a brave base on first So I don't finish dead last I often treat life Like a game; Quit, die or game over I treat it all the same It's how I cope with my fear Of d**h; Cause in a game, you continue To oblivion; In an ambiguous Plane While in real life You're stuck; Hitchhiking memory lane Watching your life tick away Cause when you're living in The suburbs; It often feels like somebody's Trying to make that clock accelerate It was a struggle but I keep myself together; Spitting over the haters And spitting under the weather Spitting under the beat But spitting under the pressure; That I give myself Each pep talk is an angry letter And that's how I took the Criticism; Just try to focus on the Message and whoever listens Because hate it or love it There's never gonna be a difference; Enigmas wrapped in Chiptune euphemisms Life is a game I take serious; Yeah, I may crack a joke or two I may talk slick Got a line from front door To back cabinet; Cause life is one extended metaphor I can't afford to miss And Im'ma keep spitting Spitting for all the kids; For all the nerdy hipster kids Who share the corner that I'm in And when I'm on my last quarter You can rest and reminisce; About this little beat that I'm in Lil Kydd