Braggadocio; profane-laced swagger
Words that vacillate between hot knife or ice dagger
A swirling wave of thoughts that seem to sporadically stagger
Argumentative disses, worse than a nagger
And it seems I am the lackadaisical lagger
But all in all, it seems like I deserve the prize of "Most Arrogant Bragger"
To a lesser extent of a hundred percent, all of y'all are overrepresented
Fradulent intent of horizon event, accented from no dents from augmented torment of bilateral descent is what I dissented
Now, now, no need to look demented, because you feel all discontented
So where can all vented things lamented be circumvented?
Staccato flows, irregular rhymeschemes, and the rhymes themselves segmented
My rhymes kill, never cease, and will never and have never relented
If flow has been established, then I just did it re-invented
Rooted to the rule, substantiate upon the fact, signed, sealed, delivered and cemented
Everyone knows when it comes to the slow flow or the po po's fo fo on the low low, my skills are unprecedented
I exceed galactic, I define what is beyond astronomical
I stare from the void at two beings that are being comical
One's talking things that seem completely uneconomical
While the other's here talking about laceration of things anatomical
Hence why I described myself with two lines, and each of you with one
Try and fight back, but he who has begun is already half done
I am the quintessence of the light shedding the dark, like a midnight sun
No one here says they haven't been outdone, cuz ask them all and as compared to me, they say you're below second to none.
If complex lexicon but complicated rhyme-patterns are worse than double-bar charts
The ink is black, the pages white, the colours of the spectrum are separated apart
But you see, when they amalgamate together, they form what I like to call art.
Some people can't rap, but they have heart;
Some people can rap, but in the wrong way, they're too smart
Some people are just farts that coward out before the track even starts
I always say the cost are "Low Prices", like Wal-Mart,
But some people are dumb enough to go to Wal-Mart and shop for shopping carts...
But I think therefore I am; "cogito ergo sum" just like Descartes.
So don't even try going through eccentricity's pros and cons
All you'll get is a response of disinterested nonchalance
Ensconced where I am happy, manufacturing a secret Renaissance
And let me clear some issues about being superficial
It's artificial, so let me make this official
I am totally not for Britney Spears initials
So that's no BS, at your request, and not in accordance to your behest
So I don't know I why I try to keep myself a secret
It's like I'll hyperventilate if I take a deep breath
And if I do reveal, would I stress if it's a regret
I guess I didn't get that memo; or that leaflet
You know if anyone was as hard as me they'd be misled
To think they had a load of street cred, and then they'd be dead
Enough said, turning rap "beef" to "piglets"
Sampling K'Naan, what to say is needless,
Leavin' you speechless as though you were teethless
And wasted on the floor to pick up its poisoned pieces
And even though I've been on more red carpets than Ryan Seacrest,
I'd trade it all away to follow Jesus
And I don't sap off energy or draw blood like leeches
I don't go for superficial privileges, like a discounted parking meter
A wildfire starts from a spark, not artificial warmth from heaters
No, my pen sparks the benchmark, not when I fetch off the tar
No sixteen, no vaccine, my flow so sick, that my ten bars cough
As if I'd scoff at Puff, who bluffs stuff, handcuffed over ruffs, wavin' over, crest or trough,
Pretendin' to be rough and tough: Enough, cuz now I'm off
But now I'm back, catch me at your doorstep, you gon' let me in
No I ain't freaky like an intoxicated lesbian
Who is obsessed with manly things like 24-hours of ESPN
And if I'm bout to blow up all my enemies say "let's be friends"
And when they hear me on the radio, they'll want to tune in to catch me then
And all the girls who dared scream "$$$$ you" would be there to let me in
It's like I'm in a class of my own, period gone, I'm off the hook like cordless phones
Identity so right, but kick-flow so unreal, they say them colours must be wrong
Wonderin' who will pass the baton, instead of goin' to pass the patron
And respect is not expected it is earned
And trouble can't be taught it must be learned
And death won't let you see the light, like the prison yard you'd yearn
Livin' uptown reppin' underground sound but I ain't done yet
So sit back and watch the sun rise,
Kick back and know that sun set
Forever, and I ain't runnin' yet, and never will
Never been made to make mistakes, to shake like an earthquake, to be the future like Cole or Drake
Punchlines like Luda or Loso, and they gut checks
And dirtier yet, they're like rough sex
I'm on deck
So I'm up next
Cuz I'm success
So $$$$ stress
So sit there
And witness
No fitness
It's godbless
Technique to progress, is success, like oblige to noblesse
And finesse, that suggests, to acquiesce
Nevertheless to surpress
Convalesce at the speed of the Transcontiental Express
Egress, from press, that transgress, finesse
Oppressed to think the game is like a contest
Much less, to think yes, despite protest to recess
And think that this is a stressed request that I'm unimpressed.
Cuz I detest an obsessed, professed protest
Therefore I suggest you attest to my behest your possessed jest.
Did you get cardiopulmonary arrest to the chest?
I wrest and divest, and yes I addressed and repressed
that I request you confess or digest, depressed pest.
How oppressed, you hardly expressed how you hardly progressed
I'll leave you in a state of unrest.
No zest, no guess, assess my success to attest I'm the best
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