Sup gang, lemme tell ya what's good
I'm down with the rap shit but misunderstood
I'm feelin' great like super duper
Late bloomer here lookin' like Sheldon Cooper
Me, a little pipsqueak climbin' on into the rap scene
All innocent thinkin' this shit'll be everlasting
Sike, yeah right, I'ma doubt that highly
Just like a tight rope circus, my wires are crossed
Pop a Percocet, nice joke
I get no sleep, finna stay woke
Play a little game of cat and mouse 'cept I'm chasin' the pesos
Flashback, I roamed university campus
Never really thought I'd make it out of them trenches
In a ditch or a rut, for or five
More like six feet deep, give or take, uh
Playin' hot and cold like Katy Perry, gettin' warmer
Matter fact, never really cold as a kid, keepin' AC on blast
Nowadays, I'm a little roasty toasty
Cookin' up bread droppin' breadcrumbs to my life
In my songs, better take a look at that vision
Lookin real good, no more cataracts, uh
How's about I crack a joke or open
A bottle of Jack, mix it with the Coke
Mom always on cautious route makin' sure I don't
Turn in to an alcoholic, I doubt I ever would do it
Though I recount it ran through my fam as if it were a marathon
Screw it, I'm gettin smoked all around me
Mom and Dad always trynna light it so discretely
Uh, never mind that, they stopped like a red sign
I gas up the whip as often as my hip-hop career plans
Stoppin' for nothin' except for my doubt
Oozin' out of my mind, then I'm here, man
All by myself, I square off with my inhibitions
Do a little square dance as if I was livin' in a time before mine
I rhyme in my sleep, no metaphor, dawg
I wake up and jot down quick little spars of words
That my brain went out on a jog with
I doubt that my noggin would stay in one piece if I let it all build up
And never let it out like a gas tank of a parked car that just got filled up
Hip-hop might really be my way to cope with the 'tism
So I gyrate my brain all over the English language
Or worse, I may get enough confidence to break it down on the dance floor
I can only make it out in my mind so far
As I drive forty-five to the nine to five
So that I can do my bi-monthly money dance
Still in my mind though, same old mantra
Grillin' up beats like a pair of cheap headphones
Sittin on my Blackstone, propane on full blast
Gotta write right now like I been so wrong my whole life
(Pipe down!)
Shut up inner conscience, I'm white and I spit bars
Lyin' out my ass, go and ask my sister
Goddamn, I been feelin' so at home here
Ben Haggerty feelin' like he's a guest of the African American community
But I disagree, see we have evolved
And the genre has come so far, I grew up on Marshall
Yeah, I'll be a kiss ass and face the whip lash
And make a lasting impression, act fast
I'm a ventriloquist, English my puppet
I'm feelin' down under, surpressed by the hip-hop
Might as well go and live in Australia
Me, I flow, no need for Drano
Feelin' so big like a humpback whale
Better get off my back, I'm ready to attack
As if I was some sort of active volcano
Uh, most dope like Mac Miller, act fast
Gotta get racks up as fast as I grew my dopamine buzz
No more scatterbrained, half-assed schemes and attempts to convince myself
And my friends that I got what it takes, I'ma show 'em
I'm all about my craft, call me Hobby Lobby
In fact, I'ma sock it to 'em like Dobby
I'm free now to do my thing