[Verse 1:]
Conscious subconscious I gotta stop dreaming
Not every single line has to stuffed with meaning
I’m all the more creative when starts leaning
Introverted psychopath
Feel Quixote’s mighty wrath
It’s really just some simple math
He needs another bubblebath
Hug your kids more...
Alright
Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! on that Q tip
But i just wanna write like Q-Tip
Could I ever write like Chano
If i went to Chi’ and i channeled
Learn my skills like Joey Bad
If I chop my words like i’m really mad
Or maybe i could rhyme like Danny Brown
If change my voice and she goes down
But i just want to rap like Spencer
No time here for a censor
Weaving in and out like a fencer
But I still don't have a real answer
Shabbat!
Look jam
This is who I am
In no way was this shit supposed to fit inside my plan
Was supposed to go to Wheaton
Graduate we eating
Major as a journalist
But now I rap so merciless
The tracks in the sand is that Nike or Adidas
Stomach’s all full from commercials that they feed us
Please don’t forget the big wigs that they need us
I'm living in a place where we turn cash into Rita’s
Rita's Rita's uggh
Princeton motherfucker that's my third hometown
But I'm proud of my city little kid hold it down
Man that name holds weight so Ill keep the brow high
Big U intellect here so I'll make you ask why
Like
Why does the right wing toss the whites first in the cycle?
And why can't do it like Gates instead of Michael?
And why are all these rappers eco friendly and recycle?
And why do all these kids turn these rappers into idols?
'Tasia can't read. And the contract's inescapable
Sixteen and a half do you think I'm really capable
Giving good advice is a bond that's so unbreakable
So I can make a song that's bumping solo unmistakable
To jam