TaserProductions - Offense Intended lyrics

Thoughts of a wistful mind, often inclined To get lost in his rhymes, leave the earth and scoff at their kind Such a narcissist yet I'm still caught in this awkward malign State of self-loathing at the very same time A walking contradiction, a sage jotting my moronic visions So pretentious, every word I write reeks with condescension Even a freestyle buries their monotonous writtens There I go again, I'm bragging, boasting with these haughty lyrics Rapping is my thing, you can see I have the tact for it These other artists, ehhh, they just simply are not apt for it Like when you hear them all you want to do is a fast forward Bplplbbplpblpblbplbpvlvpvlpvl "swag lord Going "swish" on these tracks,I bet my pants sag lower" That's a lil presumptuous, see they only hit the backboard Now back to me, I'm very ambivalent Can be a little insolent, and slightly fastidious But never insipid, cause I'm not talking about What I've been sipping or my Benz rims spinning Contemptuous smug nay-Sayers want to rip Through my music and use it just to fuel their hubris Every dream is lucid, I make sure I never lose it Mitigate the pain as I integrate into it Infiltrate your brain through this simple, jaded, ruthless way I bet you never notice when you're tuning right into I Rome in the attic's basement, prone to erratic changes Understanding me is like hearing songs on a static station I lack the patience to make an emphatic statement So every lyric I write is shrouded in vacillation Wait, i guess theres no need to elucidate The laws of language are the ones I like to repudiate Usually facetious, I act on my capricious instincts That's the reason I've cerebral tendencies All these feeble enemies, it tickles me how fickle these Little emcees tend to be, particularly The ones who wear crosses with tattoos saying "blessed" But then run out in the streets with the tech, I rest my case My whimsical ways make people disdain But venerate my name when they see it displayed Mundane Mondays whither away when I enter place And spit a tirade on my unequivocal greatness Vigilant and diligent with every bar that's written, each Song describes the temperament Im feeling when I sit and pen it Really meticulous, almost sent me delirious And I meant it, I'm serious, an intuitive miscreant Under scrutiny, prejudice, and impetuous inferences Definite difference is his character and in his friends' Switching these flows just to extol my influences Right now I'm pretty happy, just as exultant feelings have went Now would it be decorous if I inserted a chorus right Here to make a break from my boring voice, prolly got you snorring But no its, a little more important To express the adulation, admiration, fascination That I have with touring, And traveling the world in An airplane soaring Climbing the bill boards and I know it's A little hackneyed for an acne covered teen to have himself a little pipe dream It might seem like my deference to things Is out of an effort for peace but really I'm just scheming I'm trying to ameliorate suspicion on myself While alleviating demons I have dealt with I'm teetering on top of a beam, it's a tedious task To keep it together while these little patronizing gnats Try to push me off, feel nostalgia for my rookie bars Now I'm like 5 years deep, and still a "rookie", awwww If rap was retroactive, I'd pedal back with it, slap My below average self at eleven into gear Jump start my whole career and prolly wouldn't be here Like my fellow rappers did but I'm clearly stuck in this year Now I'm high off rhymes while these people smoking joints Or that potent doink, I think I just made a cogent point Some writers complain about biters, but yo, their prosaic Flows make it really easy to get stole or taken Discretion is overrated I'd rather say my message than censor for some plays What I'm saying is, if you get offended, thats my plan Congratulations, you've reached the end of my rant