[Verse 1: YC The Cynic] I'ma pick the mic up, you should put the mic down I be getting write-ups for everything I write down I don't have to sign up Even blind people could pick me out of a line up Studying my live sound I could make them rise up, you just make it die down Shorty getting piped up, try to tell her pipe down You could look the rhymes up, I'm rising like a geyser ‘Cause I don't ever light up, and I don't ever lie down But.. I digress with [?] that's diluted I'm playing my part, I'm parlaying my art through it I started turning the tide from Nicki Minaj students The art is in Guatemala, hiding in a [?] tunic This sh** is beyond foolish, my flow is beyond fluid And I relate it to you, my song is a conduit I conquer my unconscious saying I can't do it I listen to uncommon sh** and I consume it I, I hardly find harmony's congruent, I'm part for all my [???] Lewis I run tracks, I run laps around losers Fun fact... my lungs running on car fluid