Flying Nothing

Check out my reflection in different directions
All clear no matter my complexion is
Listen to obscure references like old librarians
Back to the future in a delorean or other variants
I am failing this so when I get aided I stated
With my wiped slate then I am contemplated
I'm feeling over analytical, by far very critical
They're acting cynical, I believe in miracles
Like on 34th street, so instead it's this beat
I am not complete but I will not have defeat
In fact, I'm inglorious like bastards
Get this CD mastered to the masses faster
If I talk about drug dealing or hot wheeling
Will the fans and the records have a good feeling?
But I don't have any of that inside myself
What's a boy to do? Share my lyrical wealth.

[Chorus]
I'm starting over. But this is not my closer:
This is my opener. I am not a poser.
I look in the mirror and I see clearer
Multiple identities getting much purer

Alter egos are starting the rising
The rest can run, only one is flying
Only one is flying
Yo, one is flying.

I'm just an anti-hero, kind of like Dexter
But instead Professor, this is my lecture
And my conjecture is in reality my recital
With more verses than the Bible, I start to file
Like a trial that will render as I dismember
You're a small fry, I'm a giant bender: return to sender
Does not compute, I silence you, put it on mute
I'm a remote controller here with no dispute
I'm messing up rewind buttons with this something
Because my lyrics are busting, much to trusting
And you're wearing out the fast forward
You're never heard and what you say is quite absurd
My interns could you make your own words burn
Yearn for a spot in my term, better go learn
Get schooled you fool, I'm the principle
It's quite simple though: this will be biblical

[Chorus]
I'm starting over. But this is not my closer:
This is my opener. I am not a poser.
I look in the mirror and I see clearer
Multiple identities getting much purer

Alter egos are starting the rising
The rest can run, only one is flying
Only one is flying
Yo, one is flying.

My lyrics are similar to hieroglyphics, pivots
Moves and grooves, has class like High School Civics
I rip it like Trail Blazer veterans, I'm better than
Most of your temperaments, don't even mention them
I split em then into dividends
These simpletons are shaking heads back and forth like Wimbledon
I layer my songs with a kind of eligible treble
So for the rebels I pedal my stern mettle
I speak non fiction kind of diction with no friction
But have an addiction to writing with yellow dixons
I break the rap factions into bad fractions
I'm laying on a track like my back got traction
I punch lines and kick track lists backless
So when they get maskless it turns out tactless
I practice with massive tactics that turn a wack diss
Into a masterless attack that gets cracked with this

[Chorus]
I'm starting over. But this is not my closer:
This is my opener. I am not a poser.
I look in the mirror and I see clearer
Multiple identities getting much purer

Alter egos are starting the rising
The rest can run, only one is flying
Only one is flying
Yo, one is flying.