Welcome to the mind of sage
Right away there's some statements I'd like to make
In case you might be late to the game
So come find a place inside to wait as I relay
And describe in a violent wave of rhymes
The fate lying in wait for any who might find their way
Into the isle of annihilating a rhyme
And then piling eight times into every line as you may
Be used to hearing, confused
Well here is how it'll work dawg
First off I don't even know how to curse
Fock if I don't know what I'm doing
With my whole life either
I might be the only writer alive that'd be likely to
Be able to rhyme three to a line and go unnamed
For the rest of my life because my life is a dumb game
That I'm stuck playing but don't want to quit
Going against the flow
Toward a goal I don't know how to get
And so I just spit
And wholeheartedly hope what I hock up
Is something worthy of listening to or to talk of
A lot unlike all the mumbling bots
Running hiphop, shotgunning flexes
Because I'm not one
So I'm not gonna be fake when I speak
Whether you like it or not I'm gonna say what I think
So dangit I mean when I say that I'm grateful to people
That stay on my team no matter what
When I strangle a beat
It's crazy to think but
You know that whatever I do, I'ma do it big
But what you may have never assumed, is the truth of it
Is that I don't know what I'm doin, but I'm doin it
But you can sit back and relax
Cuz I'd never to do it once for the money
Or to make a show
I'd take three shots to the head
Before selling my soul, so
I may not know what I'm doing but I know I do it big
I may not know what I'm doing but I know I do it big
I'm back at it again
That rapper that bends time with a magical and
Mathematical zen-like flux capacitor pen
Rhymes catapulting at anyone that'll go in
With the rap addict that tends to sit back
And let the mad hatter within cause static
I'm wacker than getting a mac10
Going and standing up in a hurricane with emphatic intent
And tryin to clap back at the wind
But my gat is a pen
And I'm a radical instrumental serial killer
Let it snap, crackle, and then pop a few shots off at it
With an automatic and a mag stacked to the brim
Full of that ammo that in the past would have been
Considered a must have, but the rappers that are up in
The game inhabiting it nowadays are lacking and it shows
And you have to admit, it's almost as if it's intentionally wack
To see how bad it can get
Before the masses'll add it up, get mad, back track
And begin having some actual rapping again
But the matter of fact is that it is already happening
And I'm glad of it cuz I'm smack dab in the middle
Of the pack that has been enacting it
Kendrick, Cole, and the gaggle of them
That people are dabbling in
And I won't act like I'm in the same bracket as them
But I am traveling in the same battalion
To the same valuable end, cuz
You know that whatever I do, I'ma do it big
But what you may have never assumed, is the truth of it
Is that I don't know what I'm doin, but I'm doin it
But you can sit back and relax
Cuz I'd never to do it once for the money
Or to make a show
I'd take three shots to the head
Before selling my soul, so
I may not know what I'm doing but I know I do it big
I may not know what I'm doing but I know I do it big
You know that whatever I do, I'ma do it big
But what you may have never assumed, is the truth of it
Is that I don't know what I'm doin, but I'm doin it
But you can sit back and relax
Cuz I'd never to do it once for the money
Or to make a show
I'd take three shots to the head
Before selling my soul, so
I may not know what I'm doing but I know I do it big
I may not know what I'm doing but I know I do it big
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