[Verse 1 : Francis ] Francis taking chances, he finally put his pants on Practicing his dance moves, with his dad's jaw and chansons So, pardon what Fran says, he got next, so get gone Who else gon' make your head rock, and then put you in that TED talk You're rapping along, so blast this, a different caliber dawg I studied the art — getting my bachelor on, put on for the squad Spitting for friends in the scene, laugh at tracks, while I sit calm Working on my next song, my band'll make em dance long This dude from Raincouver, now I got ‘em silver lines I'm getting mine without an umbrella, it's hard enough to get some shine Don't need no co-signs, just good friends with hopeful minds Brew dopest rhymes, who's my parallel north of the 49th? All they want are figures: women, money, and charts While I'm that podcast Michael Rapaport, I mean that mic I'll rap apart Thanks for rapport, I'm that new school Apl. De Ap at heart This tape's the Apple of rap, there's a rap for that, genius bars [Hook] I know this ain't a feeling only I know I'm looking in the mirror, and goodness I'm feeling guapo It's a real good day, I feel like I won the lotto We're gonna see tomorrow Swoop swoop is the motto [Verse 2 : Francis] Audiophiles making audio files for ears and I get so high on my sounds, even my dawgs wouldn't hear it Put stances in stanzas to push and get near to my peers I'm Kramer, Jerry, and 'stanza, and see Elaine in the clearing So I'm singing softly, and talking hard at local speakeasy's They're bobbin their heads harder, I think they're agreeing with me Ain't making a k**ing; I'm making a living Party like it's nineteen ninety-nine percent or lower, so you can holla The mood is hakuna matata, crooning for Nala Feeling hot as Nelly in saunas, I think I found my calling My father's been blue collar, I grew up on Blue Scholars So comparing me to most, I'm working harder and smarter World's feeling smaller -- recalling calls for curfew from mama Now it's curtain calls, and role calls, and call and responses A long way since selling cells, and calling clients at that phone store Ya boy is so sicks, he's the dude they go oh for [Hook] I know this ain't a feeling only I know I'm looking in the mirror, and goodness I'm feeling guapo It's a real good day, I feel like I won the lotto We're gonna see tomorrow Swoop swoop is the motto [Verse 3 : Francis] Jacob said i shouldn't hurt em But when i wake up with purpose I learn this, that i'm half a man, half amazing, and half a furnace Half bad at math, mastercla**, circus, and half a sermon Half warrior, Steph Curry with verses, and i'm at your service I won't say that i'm best at it But fact's what i imagine when i see these cats slacking Is Kuya from Canada That Roya is so rabbit, that boy just raps rabid Cuz when they collab'ing, that noise they gon blast it Patch Adams in dad hats rapping that black magic He's that backpack rapper: Likely to rap, and hand ya snacks, and backpacks after If you factor agency in our talents We won't need a talent agency to have it Most likely to make it happen