Let's see, how do I start this? Better yet, how do I say this? Be an introvert and hide the hurt that some of these rhymes won't make it on your playlist. The party scene seem so basic. That's why I appear so faceless. No Ice, no chain, just an old mane, talking hip-hop like it's the damn temptations. Calling me a killer when I want peace. Swallow my pride as I get no sleep. Wonder what happened to all my peeps? I was to boring and they gotta breathe. (Inhale/Exhale) Blessed be. Take that drama away from me. Putting my hands up where I can see. Tryna bust a rhyme before I preach. Love my art, but hate the presence. Yeah that's a strong positive message for the domestic that invest in the best with an open chest and they hope they soul can rest. Instead I protest for the focused, makin' no less than progress, Progress to the dirty dance, risky business stroll, knowing the music aint got the same soul. But naw, ain't nobody gon' hear that. Entertain kid, that's where the bills at. Can you pay my? Can you save my? Spend mine for the honeys with the fat backs, but since that dream didn't last. I only get attention if I rap fast. Stuck in the fast lane, tryna move past getting whiplash, bleed fast in this campaign. That rhyme of a chosen few. Will you listen to me If I don't look like you? Yeah I was with that crew. They seperated now I lost in sand dunes. Tryna find a home with a view, but I'm new, so I gotta earn my dues and collect it. Never judge by the cover. The fuck am I lookin' at? I'm looking at 'My Otherwise' and tryin to protect it. Tryin to heal fast and to kill pain. Little stubborn pride in the still can't. I ain't anti-social or postal, just tryna put a bullet in this blood hungry wolf, mane. Never seem plain or to maintain. That means I still got a little sane. Fightin' all these critics and cynics that wanna gimmick all of my lyrical rhymes from my membrane. Wanna you gotta be so different? That treat you so damn insignificant. Lie down and be that hypocrite. Be the famous dry mouth that can't spit. Been appreciated many records like this. Aw shit, that an understatement. But if my rhymes ever come so basic, then skip to the next shit. (Radio Static.)

Once upon a rhyme ' fore I dissapointed fathers I had a little dome used to call me headquarters. More room for knowledge, instead of paying homage, I'm dirty workin' my thirties pockets hurtin' payin college. Yes-yes yall! The rhythm of defeat. But I can't get the rhythm, got a problem with the beat, Like Terrence Howard on that 'Opus' , get focused. 'D' on that hustle and flow pimpin' with the dope shit. They call me hopeless, slow, can't-get -right, be like everybody embodied with assholes tight. Right. Can't apologize if I doubt it. You call me uncool, I'm gonna be brave about it. (Chorus) A little awkward on the left side(right) A little odd on the right side(right) A little weird from my head to (my feet) Now bounce along if you feelin' (OffBeat, feelin' Offbeat, feelin' Offbeat.) I gotta problem with rhythm, I'm feelin'(OffBeat, feelin' Offbeat, feelin' Offbeat.) I try to say somethin' cool.(Sorry Pirtle you lost me.) Damn people, they say I need to talk, but when I start to talk then they bark and I need to walk. Yeah I got some moments, some bad words too. Especially being convicted when they haven't got a clue. Always in the wrong. Getting in the way. What planet you from ? Let me answer if I may. I'm from the planet noneya, noneya damn business, tryna judge but can I get a witness? (Amen!) What if I told ya I had magical powers and talked to a tiny demon that sure to make you cowar, but the truth taste sour I devour all these insults, didn't cope, spew back with sarcasm to the throat. I'm a little dopey, little grumpy, little doc, geekin' off another week of that elephant in the room rock. Waitin for the boom pop aftershock hype. I am what I am, what it be like? (Chorus) (Bridge)) LA-LA LA,LA-LA-LA (Guys repeat unenthusiastic) LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA. (Guys repeat unenthusiastic.) LA-LA LA,LA-LA-LA (Guys repeat unenthusiastic) (Random mouth sounds/ Guys sound confused) That 's all there is to me. A little animated, and some would contemplate that I'm a little segregated? Word? You kiddin' me? With all the friends I got? And most of them ain't even down with hip-hop. Props to the actors. entertainers, comedians, club bangers, Sci-fi Cosplayers that don't know me as a stranger, but just major with characters standing near. Their once Cleveland Brown screamin, "Party over here!" (Chorus)

(Chorus) I'm tired of fuckin' raisin my hands! I'm so sick of these damn commands. Understand it B, I got no mo, energy! My feet are tiiiiiiiired! I don't wanna put my hands up high! I don't wanna wave 'em side to side. Now this is just and op-portuni-ty for my, fans to say hi!!!!! I must be a sick man, making all my drunk fans, some of them are weeded probably peein' on the motherfuckin' side. Now do me favor and put you hands up high! Now add on another and wave 'em from side to side. To my peers, see? I doing my job! Audience Participation makes it seem less odd. Now put your hands down people I know your feet are killing you. Let's get some rock in here, show me people how you can move. Cause people don't dance no more all you do is diss, talk a lot of shit, stand next to somebody just to catch a fit, never ever tryin' to start a popin' lockin' bliss. Or catch some honey in front to rock another twist. Who the fuck you teasin miss? Bar hoppin' lady with two other ladies, fightin' off men cause you don't want no baby... shiiiittt. You just here to have a good time right? Well let's rewind boys and girls. Let me go back on my rhyme now. (Chorus) You feelin' good in this motherfucker? (Hell Yeah!)You feelin' good in this motherfucker? (Hell Yeah!) I got some grub with my bread and butter. (Oh that's good!)And bout to rhyme like no other. (Like we knew you would, bitch!) You callin' me a bitch? I'm rockin up here. With horny peeps up front, to wall flowers in rear as I'm seeing heads knocking to my silly premiere. From the floor to mezzanine, can you give me a cheer? (Imitated crowd cheer.) Thanks for the confidence homie. Beatbox vocally. I'm on top of this. Rock a fist, yeah you notice me. Check my nonsense, can you feel it? Hey! You got it too? Switch The track on you like Slick the Ruler do. Hey! It's all because of you! This brother aint got no clue! And you've waited a very long time, and I apologize. I'm just another rhymer on another grind. Damn it Dante', you ain't shit! You can't catch us with the corny bit! Understand it yo- flow is old, gotta go, don't waste my tiiiiiiiiiiiiime. Fuck yall then.

So you make the statement, Brothers don't smile. In a picture or in a corner, we profilin'. Rockin hoods proudly, see them hoods wildin', they ain't hatin' they chillin here while the bass vibin'. In the rusty while the other party spies, always overlookin' for that hazardous supply. Just because I'm trained don't mean I'm always packin', this just goes to show how much your party's really lackin'. It ain't all black people, no. Focus damn it (no) Who really packin heat and who bringing damage? So what the fuck you braggin bout? How much you packin ends? Come say that bullshit to my hungry ass friends. I'm a real brother baby! No fuckin jive! Gotta tell the truth or else I'm bout to die!!!! (Don't let your black ass sit in the dirt. Put up your black ass now go berserk.) I'm a real brother baby! I've been here for a while! You gon' understand why brothers don't smile!!! (Calm down your black ass. Don't go berserk, now take your black ass right back to work.)