Please my name from your rap popularity contest Take this however you can. at me, but don't look at me I woke up on the wrong bed, a wrinkle in Remember the times we had? the human satire, yo I'm out for I could make a shirt for this occasion at me I'm an mp3 fully rendered my poor earthling brethren I have two arms you have 2 thousand and 30 sentences but not a these are hints I'm talking to be heard, being to get So if you wouldn't mind looking for someone Normal people are learning trades and trading and changing tastes But strange people are making thoughts to make a point and we're laughing At 'em Arrogant people are talking shit, well like me got a lot to say The post pre-modernism bottle of ragged tortured soles my wretched face You're rich and out of place, I'm very today
We're all in an aquarium on negativity Wanting to bury but there's nowhere to put the bodies Let 'em burn, the ashes make a gift It's a tourist trap I hope they buy shit
Choke, choke, the don't stay in touch with my tempo We thinking big but the status quo slow Everybody's on an slope for cosmic slop Stop from choking on stage Over the years perspectives have idiotic and numb So it seems like the only way to break is the trendy way of breaking ground I suggest you remain then monotonous Don't make me speak out of turn you're out of touch, so complain There is no difference, digital bootlegs, tapes or iron on chest plates I'm almost and out of patience Get your prescription to bottle of humans Revisions, I'm my resting place But I rest in any case I'm probably guilty 'til proven If I only had some or an aesthetic or some idiot to just my credit I've earned it although of you from where you stand You wouldn't see it