Sur5ILL - Cover Letter / Résumé lyrics

[Verse 1] To whom it may concern--Enchanté, dude's name is Sur Contact you mainly to earn a stable place to make my work An underground artist so I can relate to worms And I have what it takes to skate at your distinctive firm 'Cuz I'm the M. Bison of pen writing, a slim Titan Who's been licensed to enlighten Especially these darker kids to with skin whitened Who wanna drink this brew since I'm bottling lightning (uh) My experience comes in a myriad of periods I share it to a**ure you f**s who jeer I'm serious So if you're peering in circa when I was a weird and eerie kid Who had pimples when staring in the mirror, sh** My theory is to struggle is the way to really live I keep grinding until my shares spike like Guy Fieri's wig The precedence is great music and the exception is free I'll follow up with whatever reference you need Respectfully, ME [Hook] (x2) My résumé's on the interwebs And so is my cover letter They both been there for a little bit So therefore I ain't bitter yet [Verse 2] Yo my name is Sur5ILL and I'm from Ma**achusetts On the highest axis, stupid I-95 pa**es through it Contact information should you choose to use it Is my namesake at Gmail--but don't forget to include in "music" Find me on LinkedIn, in a .jpeg drinking Out a grey keg slinking at my apex, winking (Yeahhh) My sole goal in unloading Golerflame Was to promote The LE Project, Cisic, and to flow with Reigns More a fan of Costanza than I ever was of Chandler Bing, Google, Foodler or Youtube your man, Sur Modern warfare online and I'm murdering campers My sh**'s not hood it's more for nerds learning at Stanford I used to chill with Pablo, Brian, Ryan and Ken And Lucas, their instruments aligned and invited me in I didn't own one yet so I bought a Squier at whim I never played a note, I dunno where I'd try to begin (yeah) [Hook] [Verse 3] (OK) Like I mentioned in #braingoes, my primary language is of the Anglos But I know Spanish too, and in lieu of that The fact of the matter's I'm en fuego That's how I'm described where I reside in my pueblo I may sound blanco, police finding me negro You peons agree on my aura: it's neon day glow In two thousand one and two as a poor slouch I attended Morehouse Was more-South than I was used to From what I could deduce through a dude's view I thought Spelman would be a who*ehouse So I could spoon then get the fork out The extent of my learning ends at UMa** Whereas I earned my stripes like Zubaz But I wasn't a full grad Not that it matters much but I majored in English I wrestled with this decision like it came with a singlet My minor's culinary art and rappers are my fave dish With a plate appearance like swing, miss--Sur, the king b**h