[Verse 1] Not balling like Spalding, wanna win it like Pauling Or Marie Curie, radio activitys appalling Dynamite explosive, Eyjafjallajkull Vesuvius or Etna, this yokels going global Ill open up your retina, that third ocular Vs for Vulcan prospering, hot damn hes so Spocktocular Im interactivodular, Im quoting Raffi Beat on against the current to the green light, fuck your Gatsby Not trying to incite ya, hopes to be insightful Fucking up the formal charge, Ill invite ya Invite em in, hey this B A enlightening Change of pace from Still Fighting It And I know Im still writing it But heres a change in the scenery At least its changing what it means to me And every songs like [Hook] Drop more bars, get cars, be the Rockstar Well heres my Grand Thought Auto Going full throttle Something rare, enrapturing And capturing some lightning in a bottle [Verse 2] I dont think youre stopping this Shouts out to King Comptroller Im competent and confident That my Controls reaching Compton kids Of quartz Im fucking rocking it, dont take this shit for granite, Im so gneiss Yeah Im fresh as mint floss, pop like lip gloss Lip service to Rick Ross, not pissed off, I think soft Speak swagerrific, the antithesis of pimp shit Rather start Ignition than get pissed on Im so captivating, capturing more than your Snapchats Lyrical disaster, multisyllabic master Faster faster, bust a rhyme they keep telling me Eviscerating every track, convicted zero felonies I got the focus of an 80yearold who lost his favorite pair of glasses Moving slower than molasses As I question what the task is Just trying to figure it out, between small liquor amounts After honey like Winnie, so witty, like Tigger I bounce So heres some vigorous shouts But hey dont ask what this kid is about When every songs like [Hook] [Verse 3] The Pillsbury natives putting icing on the cake on the now Cake, cake, cake, cake, cake You know how many times Ive just sat in this seat Rapped to this beat on repeat, and then ran back to the street Its like Sussudio, Psycho in the studio Christen Bales of bars, hope this shit is getting through to you I slow roll you Slowpokes, strike a match on this spare bowl With reloaded local vocals from the no coast snow fold Im blowing up like Beauregard, no regard to your claims of gods Call me Charizard cause Im charring bars Dropping lines like Im bumping to neumes Resume the tune, this stream of thoughts become a typhoon Cant you hear me listening, to inner discipline Listing what youre missing worsens condition You aint confined by the contents of context It aint that complex So heres remedial media, awful rare in this medium Hope you heed the seed the Swede just placed in the tedium Try to complete this endless cycle pedia This bipedal creatures got hopes of Brainfeeding ya
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