Zach Sherwin - Pro/Con lyrics

Published

0 217 0

Zach Sherwin - Pro/Con lyrics

[Intro] What I want to provide is a bit of context Help you get with the program Bring you on board with the concept Positive versus negative like a proton-electron contest I just hope that a verse this hot Is not gonna make my palms sweat [Verse 1] Rap professional comin' atcha From every angle like a protractor Flavor like provolone and prosciutto Written down or freestyled pro bono Rarely profane, not fuelled by propane I would rather eat rappers to get my protein And I'd proclaim myself pretty proficient At procuring my preferred provisions Profoundly prolific, this MC is Proprietor of fire like Prometheus Ego's as big as my nose is Aka my prodigiously-proportioned proboscis Props to producers spinnin' those records And b-boys spinnin' like propellers And all my graf writers with paint and propellant? I love 'em man! But on the other hand: [Verse 2] Sometimes I lack confidence And as a consequence I can't concentrate My negative thoughts just congregate As I contemplate with consternation My constant content constipation Writer's block is like confirmation that No concert connoisseur would consider me a star In his consummate-MC constellation And there's no consolation for my contempt for me Au contraire: I'm convinced that congested and confounded Is what I'm condemned to be I'm the opposite of conceited I should have stopped and quit and conceded long ago I'm out of control and I need to confront these demons [Verse 3] Everybody has pros and cons Happy and sad emoticons Offs, ons, yesses, nos, yins, yangs, cons, pros Each of us contains a proliferation of contradictions That conspire to promote a profusion of confusion And provoke conniption fits That leave us twitchin' and twisted and with emotional bruisin' Man I'm talking convulsions, also contortions, contusions But I'll proffer this proposal, and convey my conviction That being prone to inner conflict and contention Is just the proverbial human condition There is no magic bullet No projectile that can be conjured All we can do is proceed and continue Lace up our Pro-Keds and Converse No procrastination, gotta go hard like concrete, get proactive Concoct that projection, construct that prototype, make it happen I'm pro-creation, like I was the consequences Of promiscuous conjugal relations that are not protected By condoms, prophylactics, and contraceptives Wide-open palms protruding, proving I'm no con artist I meant every word, prologue to conclusion Title: "Pro/Con." Artist: Napkins