Yeah, tell ‘em.

There's no sitting in my citadel, Cinderella.
Citarella fills the kitchen shelves, the cellar.

I'm not a seller, I'm a spokesman.
I can see a little better through the smokescreen.

Was raised by a bottle and a coke fiend.
No kisses but my tennis sneakers so clean.

Have you ever played hide and seek all alone
in a home with more rooms than your chromosomes?

Chrome colored everything,
not my mother's wedding ring.
Devil at my doorbell
—let it, let it, let it ring.
cll I know is better things
come at unsettling
costs. I'ma be my own
Boss. In my Beamer I floss
through the heat. My exhaust
fills the street, and you cough
when you see me.
I scoff at graffiti, thinking—

How can I make more money off a person's art?
Claim it as my own and tear their whole world apart.
My ancestors had an early start.
Now I reap the benefits.
My embezzlement is etiquette.
Christopher Columbus at his very first settlement,
like, “What's a feather tip to a gunshot sedative?”
I can get competitive, or kill the competition.
When you operate the system, ain't need for opposition.
You should stop and listen.
Every human being below me is a pot to piss in.
Free cmerica, my contradiction.