Fly Me To The Moon

You tell me "I love you more than the moon!"
And I tell you that I'll be home soon.
Through monsoons and bassoons
Past Neptunes and fretful goons
I'm telling you that I'll be 89 still trying to make you swoon
Here comes the bride and groom! Vroom, vroom
From the hotel to the Taco Bell
We sound well. Take a trip with me but we never fell
Fall off and jump out, what now?
Body got me yelling onomatopoeia: bladdow!
We're watching Rachel Maddow and how come
We never leave the bedroom? I haven't seen the sun
No clouds, no crowds, your heart pound and I assume
That cardio without the stereo can make Mario
feeling super over all. Just carry me through
All the tough calls and good shots, the clocks stop
My friends tell me "You got soft" and I said life dropped it's guard
and it ain't hard anymore. Open the door,
Honey, I'm home, and we're up until 4 in the morn
Doing what? Doing what?
It don't matter as long as you're up, yeah you're up
We can cuddle in the fort and that's enough,

That's enough, that's enough
That's enough, that's enough, girl
Fly me to the moon and back
And a matter of fact I know that I love you

Desperation and patience never go hand and hand
But I gotta hand it to you and face it, I'm like goddamn
and when I'm driving on the side of the curve of your lip
I'm gonna slip and crash and in fact
The swerve of your hips is making me wanna go fast
But slow me down, slow me down
Chop and screw me up and screw you down now
Oh wow, gotta keep some of my cards
But the chips are high and I'm gonna raise you hard
and if you're all in then so am I
and if I lose then you can just blindfold my eyes
We're the ocean, you're a wave, we are tidal
What is our title? Hold on, it will be a while
Check in for towels, I know you like my vowels
And Os for that matter
Cut the chatter
Turn the lights off
or on so we can see when we ignite bombs
Are we gone?
We're breathing and reading and believing in
chemistry and poetry we are just so calm because word is bond
Never just a couple of kids, never seen a hustle like this
All of this talking, all of this chatting, look at how we are batting
For a thousand and for the thousandth time we are fumbling
and coming together to make some magic and the passion
that we imagine makes a thundering applause so we react and
Take a bow and now a bow
you know that I quiver for you: I am your arrow

Guillotine

[Chorus]
Breaking necks
Breaking necks
so far that their heads fall instead
Breaking necks
Breaking necks
that you don't mess with our rep
Breaking necks
Breaking necks
your head spins 360 degrees
Breaking necks
breaking necks
call this shit the guillotine

[Verse 1]
Alas, the wunderkind of the under thin
Thunderin' lightning rhyming blunder sin
Snapback snaps backs: bend over!
More dangerous than playing Red Rover
Bolder or bogus. Dog you need to focus
I'm the best part of the morning like my man Folger's
Black button up and I'm shutting you down
Get astound at the professional status noun
making sounds like my heart and soul were found
rearranged, deranged in it's range to kaplow
Blowing up good, blowing up well
Water everywhere, tunnel lead straight to hell
Got there and everyone else bowed
The devil himself gave me his crown
said "You are way too hot, can you teach me how?"
Calm yourself and sit right now. I say wow!

Melodious, felonious
I go deli meat and they're all the baloney-iest
Phoniest phone in and phone in
their performances while I soak in
the moment and get distilled cause I'm potent
But notice the spotlight on this
cold kissed and hot shit
kid writing in his molskine
yes you know I really did wrote this

[Chorus]
Breaking necks
Breaking necks
so far that their heads fall instead
Breaking necks
Breaking necks
that you don't mess with our rep
Breaking necks
Breaking necks
your head spins 360 degrees
Breaking necks
breaking necks
call this shit the guillotine

[Verse 2]
Mischievous, suspicious with hands in the cookie jar
Look afar, look here, I read books for bars
Keep your guard up! I'm down with this movement
Cued like poolsticks, record is ruthless
Even if I'm boothless, Clark Kent/Superman
Turn up the knob from Alex Dang to Alex Super Damn!
Engineering, curing, and veering in all directions
Magnetic north compass home is my intention
Take the protection and shatter it dangerous
Is there any wonder why my last name has the same four letters? It's
fantastic, powerful, and very weak looking
Gig booking, high-fat cooking
Frying everything in bacon grease and steeze hooking
One of a kind.
No need for coffee. I'm on my grind
Espresso yourself is how I find peace of mind

Applause, applause, I hear it all the time
Either for my style of my divinity of rhyme
Of course, you shouldn't force the way I lift
I give direction to Atlas. Could anyone match this?

The reviews are in and the survey says
Elect this man to be our very next pres
Campaign and I'm so vain, get inside the Dang Brain
Bred differently: going against the grain

[Chorus]
Breaking necks
Breaking necks
so far that their heads fall instead
Breaking necks
Breaking necks
that you don't mess with our rep
Breaking necks
Breaking necks
your head spins 360 degrees
Breaking necks
breaking necks
call this shit the guillotine

1

Dollar bill, dollar bill, dollar bill
What my ancestors spoke about so many years ago
Dollar bill, dollar bill, dollar bill,
Throw the money on the flow and c'mon let's go
Because you don't even know
Drop gold bars on 16s
and let the self esteem grow
into something more solid
and polished like frozen snow
no, there isn't a chain that hang
low but know there is a supposed
meaning within the prose that goes
with the crows and the ravens and
the rest of those birds.
So let's get back to the regular measures
breaking down verses into smaller pleasures
so
I don't follow anything really any more
He's using that pound cake as a metaphor
He's letting it shine man, let him snore
We sleeping on this giant man, less is more!
From rupies, to rubles,
from mansions to two doors,
success is defined by the shit you own,
I'm still regal but frugal
Hear the bugles and trumpets
call out my name
It's a damn shame people can't switch lanes
Stuck in the fast with the foot on the gas
hoping that they can eventually pass
the guy in front who's doing the same so we're all last
first things first
I burst with immense thirst and hunger
I cannot be fed or quenched
so continue with the intense verse and thunder
Until this dude is dead or worse
Stuck in a 9-5
only just tryna thrive
We forget to survive
These passions keep me so live
so wide
such pride
I can't just spit an audience aside
my entire life is directed at you
Writing feelings that aren't necessarily true
Saying that I'm cold when I'm barely blue
Let the frame hang messily too
If the shoe fits than we mess with it too
C'mon man, stop nonsense steam of conscious
and just do something cool!
Alright.
I'll do that.
I'll start spitting real facts about deep rap
Until this almanac is all finished and the business
is how we can turn lies into a marketable platform
so damn storm: I'm being tempered
and rendered so this September
I'm entering a flow mode so prosperous
and monstrous that you'll understand
the dichotomy between Prospero and Caliban.
Damn that's properly being laid down
in a realer state than property. Probably.

99/100

[Verse 1]
Laying in my room trying to get thoughts out of my head
I'm out of my mind, she out of my league and I'm still in her bed
Never believed in miracles but I got proof of her existence
And in case you missed it, this miss would make you think that I'm gifted
Living in the present, passed the future on my way to work
I decided to write a song tonight and it will find a way to surf
Sink or float, I think in quotes,
This is ragged, ravaged, raw rhyme, ragging from out of my throat
In this boat, I ink the most
Flooding title pages with sages and mages yes I made it looking fresh inside of my coat
Skinny pants, stands half a chance, the dude is a beanstalk
Keep talk to a minimum as I walk then knock giants off
Heart full of feelings and a noggin full of healings
Things I like to shatter include records, fasts and ceilings!
Always eating something or other, the hunger is a world wonder
Louder than lightning, faster than thunder, if you like it: here's my number!

[Chorus] x2
It goes 12/25/1993
D-A-N-G exclamation point just for me

Gotta say things really excited
The fire has ignited
This is you getting reminded
Longer than just one-night-ed

[Hook]
99 problems but I keep it 100
99 problems but I keep it 100
99 problems but I keep it 100
But I'm really bad at math so you might just have to double it

[Verse 2]
Well excuse me for a while
You might like me for my style
But the thing is that I do to words
is what I do to her nice smile
I am feeling very fresh
I got myself a haircut
Rolled up cuffs on my ankles
Hipster swag: I don't give a fuck
This shit, is never enough
Toned down, heart is buff
Life is this, life is such
Lift off and the cups is up
And you already know I can rap this fast
But I like doing it because I liked flash
I really like glamour, I really like cameras
I'm picking you up like good antennas
Never gonna stammer, got good grammar
Things so hot, I gotta use the hammer
Asian boy bear it all, call this the panda
and this manner is to make you laugh
Make you grin, I'm honestly not trying to look at this from a win
lose stand point but I'm pretty much at this point all in
Mentioned the girl I liked in the midst of my bravado
Awkward arrows being shot out of all of my staccato
Driving to Taco Bell, girl you know me well
I will only be coming first if in front of you is a blue shell

[Hook]
I will race across with you forever on Rainbow Road
I will take the loss for you but clever like I'm on some code
I will shake the boss so you can never have to hit reload
You ask me when this started and you already know it goes:

[Chorus] x2
It goes 12/25/1993
D-A-N-G exclamation point just for me

Gotta say things really excited
The fire has ignited
This is you getting reminded
Longer than just one-night-ed

[Hook]
99 problems but I keep it 100
99 problems but I keep it 100
99 problems but I keep it 100
But I'm really bad at math so you might just have to double it

[Verse 3]
Double it, triple it, you know I'm so sick with it
We gotta brag about ourselves, this is Hip Hop isn't it?
The boast and confidence helped boost my own
And now look at me when I'm almost 20 grown
I survived a nasty break up, every morning I still wake up
And I'm staring at your face even if I messed up your make up
Put out a book of my words, went from static to verb
And it's so shocking that the talking around the water cooler is about this sir!
I like my poems like I like my words: spoken
And lately I don't relate as much to the adjective "broken"
And notice that I'm liking myself
And if not, I'm taking steps to better my shelf
Put your favorite things on my back and I'll keep them held
Keep them safe
1st, 2nd and 3rd, I'm feeling so BASED

5' 8"

[Verse 1]
When you listen to this, the tag is "honest song"
I'm about to be on my Rudy Francisco game strong
All my life I paint wrong and I still turn out pretty pictures
Vivid images of scriptures turned backward on their figures
I figured that the mixture of soul and heart would be enough
But it's all deeper than skin and my layer got rough
It's hard to get underneath the impenetrable armor
The honor of monsters grew intense and I'm looking calmer
With words that I desperately need to say lodged in my throat
I'm rushing through poems and feelings to get something to quote
Something really catchy that sticks inside your mind
I just want to reverberate and hope the burning may find
Kind hearted individual that single handedly creates a whole
Digging for buried treasures under pressure I will turn my cole
Into diamonds. Something I can recognize
Something I can be proud of when the lead resides

[Chorus] x2
I'm five foot eight,
I really wanted you
I like my soda cold and can you understand these particles?
One hundred twenty five
Look deeply in my eyes
This the type of shit that I will really, really need to write

[Verse 2]
Because I like holding you tightly until my arms hurt
Until breathing syncs up since nightly I see the harm's work
I get behind dreams. The nightmares still gleam
Shimmering beams of light surround everyone else it seems
I get down on myself but I can pull myself up straight
Now straight up tell me if you think this is great
Because my speech is clouds when I want to speak concrete
My reach is loud when I want to peak on beats
Never needed pity and was never good at gritty
I've got city running through my veins and rain water pretty
Are you with me? Or against me?
Don't tempt me.
Since I've had those things raging inside my mind until the time ran out and yet they still live there since the rent's cheap
So right now mentally, to put this less densely
I need start learning how to be present in this or else I might forget me.
Or maybe I should just forget me

[Chorus] x2
I'm five foot eight,
I really wanted you
I like my soda cold and can you understand these particles?
One hundred twenty five
Look deeply in my eyes
This the type of shit that I will really, really need to write

[Verse 3]
And what I needed to write is all the things I couldn't say
It's all the things that I need to say, day to day
And it might sound cliche, but hey
Maybe that's the game I have to play
So stay with me. I'd rather not have you leave
We'll get along famously. Just you and me
But it pains to see that this is what I knew would be
So plain to we that this might turn into what could be

I Am Here

So no one told you it would be this way?
That's okay, because today is our coffee break
The sun is looking like the right shade of
Fuck it, I'm going to relax, kick back and remember how to play
Since all us kids keep yelling out acronyms
But you know that we won't ever be back again
We're only moving forward, we're constantly in motion
Awesomely potent: we've retouched our motives
But do you notice how often we get down on ourselves?
Us incredible radiant beings doubting our hands dealt?
Where our fingers see fists more frequently
When really they need someone else's hand in between
Friendships are never sunk, sometimes we sleep in bunks
And we'll need a boost up so we can do the dunk
And I'm a little messed up, bruised and scratched up
But it's lead me here to you, us improbable match up
I'll be your backup and if you ever back up
I've got my back against your shoulders even when odds stack up
It's all looking wonderful in the right lens
It's all worth something in the right sense
Pinky promises and swearing like sailor's into the night
We keep our shoe laces and our hugs real tight
More adventures like Calvin and Hobbes and
More dynamic than Batman and Robin
I like what we have, I like what it will be
I just have to keep remembering that you also like me
Twilight in the park, this is the summer I want
Me and you, laying on your stomach and something in courier font
Because this is all poems in the end, isn't it?
I guess I don't really want to get too into it
I'm not stressing love, but let's just remember it does exist
I'm not pressing love, but let's live like December 25th
And I'm hanging on your every words like the curve of your lips
I'll never get tired of this

Gold Knuckles

[Verse Simile]
Back again like I left but tonight I right like civil movements
No improvement just a new influence on this lucid music
Fresher hair like Gohan go on? I prove it
And do it to the maximum like tomatoes. Who's this?
Link I think, this chink spills ink, drop winks
Blink once and lose for sure like mink. Complete like Zinc
Rhyming inviting so damn exciting
Contrast to the snoring, boring, I'm straight up frightening. Stifling?
Like I'm just tossing word salad? Well let me break it down like work with a callous
Malice and ballads swing down like fists and mallots. Too damn gallant
So you better enjoy my damn pallet: I'm in town. I get down.
I surf on the verse when I'm around and I astound.
This templar is the highest, flyest and still cloak and dagger dark
Bring your magnum because you claim that you are so damn hard
I'll show you shaken up spears. You should know that I fux with the bard
This beat and I sparred and in the end it got straight up marred

[Sample]
Now we gonna get down!

[Verse Linger Rhyme]
Gold knuckles with my Midas hustle
Asteroid belt around my waist and yet I never seem to buckle
Or shatter due to the weight of the content matter
I just flatter and get madder in order to appease these fucking bastards
Rappers are just poets with impeccable rhythm
This wisdom and courage and strength is already within him
Triforce in the hand is worth a thousand in the bush
I'm towering potential in every direction getting pulled and pushed
East to west and north to south whatever comes out of my mouth
Is the autobiography of what I am really about
No more chains around my neck I broke free from those shackles
I'm about to tackle, battle for my tale: no more tattles
Or rattles. I'm making death be afraid to come and get me
Stay steady and ready the cannons that will stand in heavy
If they let me I'll go until the words are no longer
Monsters growing stronger along with iron mongers that I sponsor
Watch me conquer and offer nothing to the opposition
In this position I've switched it from the original mission
No hate for a lover and no love for a hater
Yo, let me take a breath: Vader

{GASP}

[Verse Fast]
Can't even handle my syllables
Rhymes billable to the one that will kill a bull
Minotaur: subpar. His head on my wall
You feel like testing me? Let's go play ball
Never gonna fall, unbreakable Jenga
You are forgettable, call you xanga
Call you myspace, I call her Topenga
Always did the opposite, text is manga
What do I got a lot? Disappointment
But I'm going ham, there's so much oink kid
You want ignorance, I want more bliss
You got really rich, I'm in poor debt
Keep investing, I'm perfecting
This style is check, check, microphone testing
And I'm passing with flying colors
Who else does this? I am like no other

[Sample]
That's what I'm talking about!

[Verse Switch]
Slamming down, jamming sound, I am ramming nouns
Into the lush instrumentation basements so I can earn my crown
All of these fly girls are hanging on my every single word
Like my speech has handlebars but I handle bars so absurd
Smash through windows, keep this simple,
You can just blow me, classic Nintendo
In the end though, fresh like mentos
And I'm rising to the top like a fucking crescendo!
Elevator: penthouse. Right girl, left the blouse
Thoughts so hot, this spot just gotta douse
Never being left out, feel me: textile
Flip over your phone because that's me on your text now
You cannot afford to ignore this knocking on your door
Matador waving red capes since at the core this break will take more damn metaphors
I'm representing this primary that will vary
In preventing the lacking of necessary lines that are legen:

[Sample]
WAIT FOR IT...!

[Final Verse]
Honestly? I've always wanted to be dominating
These starter beats with authorizing, cauterizing harder feats
But I'm probably in way over my head, so instead of monopolies
being lead astray, today from now on I will shed
All the complexities and hit them with the fundamentals:
This instrumental lends itself to the soulful stencil and the truest pencil
Trace my silhouette and see the outline that outshines
The pirouettes across graceful steps. Yes, I'm about mine
Looking cooler and cooler and cooler after each sun cycle
Begin running circles around this music like your most fun vinyl
And even though I'm dealing with issues difficult
This makes the individual whimsical: able to reach his pinnacle
Starting to tone down and tone up, no loud and grow up
Sit down and focus on the bigger picture of "what now?" and "so what?"
Realizing what art is granting:
I am human therefore nothing human is beyond my understanding: thank you for understanding

No Work For The Righteous

I gave her the bolt cutters without stuttering
Heart fluttering, nervous, chatting up and muttering
About the other things that have already built up, broke down
Repaired, destroyed, fix up and I know better now
Give a thief a key to the museum,
Handing matches to an arsonist,
Sitting down just to understand
Trying to get away and pardon this
is what I really am. I still feel your hands through
Rolled up sleeves and see my heart strong enough
to break promises like rocks against the waves and the sea
But believe me, I never thought I'd retrace
the lace from your dress and your breathe and
I'm a mess and in a sec, you'll forget and regret
ever picking up the phone to send me a text
I confess I never wanted it to be this way
But of course, the best laid plans of mice and men and those old cliches
These days, I reach for the clouds pinned on my ceiling
Waiting for someone to save me from the deep, I'm reeling
This feeling is something I'm all too familiar with
Too bad I can never get used to it. Billiards and english
Top spin, believe this, Jesus, wobbly knees is
Harping for nearness. I can make you some good grilled cheeses
But under the polices and watching eyes I am veering
Away from all contact but fat chance with that. In appearance
I'm just an almost adult trying to achieve something
Not nothing but the one thing is that the shadows bumping
and creeping in the background are seated and laughing
at my acting and my needing to be everlasting
When did wanting company and affection become a bad thing?
Good guy, good night, and the jobs go to the wicked
I'm about to call it quits but occasionally the call comes to
ask if if I just wanna kick it and the implicit meaning
of me coming over for this is that I really just miss it.

Ineffable (Yeah, Of Course This Is About Girls)

[Verse 1]

When the fuck did I become a love poet?

I'm usually in the mood to write for the slow it down,

light the candles, let the feelings come out

and now it's all I think about and it's not like I

really hate it. I got it in spades kid, the basic

placement of putting words in for the plays of

stand ins trying to convince the leading maiden

that in fact you are not playin' and this isn't maybe

but this is what you're really made of

I hail from broken streets down the beats of that

th-thump, th-thump sweet heart rap

That kind of I can twist it up to make it into a joke

so you don't feel bad kind of rap. You know about that?

I know all about that

From jester to joker to test her and no sirs

That break up really did a number on me if you look closer

I'm not a poser or a poster boy for

the romantic ploy with grand gestures like quotas

More of the I've got things to say like

snow is all over Minnesota

And It's always raining from my hometown

I guess that's the way I like it now

From skipping into puddles and

hoping I can use an umbrella so we

can cuddle under that rain is what I hope now

I'm not feeling broke now, I'm just more aware of it

And I still feel dope but it's with the shit I got pair it with

From dates that seem great that lead to dead ends

To good thoughts and intentions that instead blend

with all of my thoughts making me feel like that paranoid parrot

I'm not embarrassed.

But I do lie often.

The options of softness are wearing down

and I choose it so much that's it's like my defaulted

So many faults kid. I feel insulted

Too many waltzes that I rocked solo

So maybe tonight I better last call it.

Where did I leave my wallet? Oh no.

[Breakdown]

Dear god, I wish I could sing for you

but we both know that isn't gonna come true

Yes, I'm feeling blue, but what's a girl to do?

Keep doing what you do and we all fall for you

And now I wish I could carry a tune

But spend the night with me and I'll carry the moon

I'll walk through monsoons and other

of those cliche poetic weather patterns just for you

And I wish I could sing for you

I wish I could sing for you but

I really don't know how to do

I really, really, really, don't know how to

I wish I could just sing to you

make something pretty be sung for you

but I don't really know how to do that

so instead I just have to say it in this... kind of rap

[Outro]

Falling for someone.

is a culmination

of everything I could be afraid of. 

Falling already is unsettling, but when

you start to fall for someone, you start

to think you have superpowers. As if gravity

does not effect you and you’ve been granted

the gift of flight! But sooner or later, you’ll hit

the bottom. Unless you grab on tight. And I

seem to gravitiate towards people who 

have hands stretched out like tree branches,

sturdy, leafy, places I can spend

my summer days.

But the further I fall, the more I have

to confront my other fears. When you

point your finger at me, accusations flying

quicker than darts with tips pointed like

surgeon’s scalpels, all I can ever do

is just try to catch the statements through

my teeth and not let any of my own fly out.

And you’ll remind me that I can’t impress

you every second of the day and that more

often or not, I’ll just be an ordinary human, which

is scary. Because who ever wanted to be in 

love with a normal person? So I start

evaluating my life and my past and my future,

how I’ve been living and how I might die and

all of a sudden every specter from the corners

of the room start to surround my view every time

you ask me what’s wrong and I can’t formulate

words but only images and of course I’ll just say:

nothing.

Just stay with me.

Americana (Yo, lemme try to do something different)

[Verse 1]
Bomber jacket to match the status of
Rapper hatching explosive matches to drag against
the landscape of the planet. Manage to
not mess it up too badly in the long ran.
Past tense because the random vantage
points of view seem to hand in different scanning
Emulating different styles and for a while as a child
I wanted to be on top of the pile but the Nile
swallowed up this vile, bile spitting Guile
so it got real depressing in the permanent files
of the school bully, nerd king, hall monitor
check the thermometer, heat is rising and the
thing relates back to the bomber, so ya boy
is a Drama kid, acting bitch, Chameleon changing shifts
and clocking in double this and that, doing rap
and dramatic monologues about some sentimental crap
and what is that you better check your facts in the alamanc

[Hook]
Something something catchy
combination of rapping and singing will make this happen
Not looking that drastic because
there won't be any auto-tune in this forecastin':
Whether or not we actually just let it happen

[Verse 2]
Just got home to finish this song, wanted to do something
different but instead it came out wrong, so slap the palm
Give me high five and incite the rides to satisfy
the right to write and fly in sight of satellites
Tonight we might have strength and the chain reaction
of this action will gain some traction so the
mack shit of rapping is actively being active
without action to chat this up to all of the masses
looking passive when I pass this flyer of massive
task tips that rather gather looks of magic


[Hook]
Something something catchy
combination of rapping and singing will make this happen
Not looking that drastic because
there won't be any auto-tune in this forecastin':
Whether or not we actually just let it happen

Tinfoil Crowns

[Verse 1]
I'm a round peg in a square world: a goddamn cliche
Everything I say is tinted in yesterday's phrase
But eventually my today will be a next week term
In turn I'll burn like when I yearn and learn
That sometimes girls are a distraction that I earn
Because beauty in motion is something I observe
Talk with an awkward walk, nod with a proper gawk
Slender splendor with suspenders that I rock
I write about what I know. Then from there I just flow
So I depict an image of me approaching you real slow
Hoping that I don't open with a broken focus
You'll notice that the bogus isn't a bit for showbiz

[Chorus] x2
What I'm really about is trying to stay down
Keep my heart matching like my feet to the ground
Hear that p-pound, p-pound, p-pound, p-pound
And my name remains golden until I get crowned

[Verse 2]
Girls make me nervous, rapping makes me nervous,
Performing makes me nervous. Goddamn I'm really nervous!
But of course on the surface the purpose of worthless
is diminished and finished so I live it real calm like a tortoise
My life's a balancing act of poetry and rap
Trying to discern fiction from fact as I pick at my cracks
The bigger the gash, the higher the cash.
Exploit my own weaknesses and eventually it'll pass
Like I did with math class and all that nonsense
Packed in my conscious and yet I don't have the foggiest
Idea or notion of what my knowledge has for me
Scholarships got me sailing very choppy seas
I envy those who already know what they want in the future
While this loser is induced by trying to remain a booster
My direction is up! I try to yell to my demons
This season the treason of reason is countered by believing


[Chorus] x2
What I'm really about is trying to stay down
Keep my heart matching like my feet to the ground
Hear that p-pound, p-pound, p-pound, p-pound
And my name remains golden until I get crowned

[Verse 3]
I try so hard to impress the girls around me
The effort that I put in could have had astounding
Results if I put it into something real useful
Like solving cancer, finding answers to life. But let's be truthful
The youth'll always be using their pupils to look at prettiness
And minds will try to find ways to display wittiness
Our hearts will melt when you smile at us
We're pretty fucked up since we keep falling in love on the bus
Leaving shards of ourselves on every park bench seat
Hoping our phones will ring so we can delete
Loneliness from our speed dial and off our contacts
But we know that we shouldn't use others to combat
The problems of ourselves. We excel this too well
We can rule our kingdoms without the use of magic spells
Pillow top walls and shoebox towers:
Thrones made from Lazy-Boy recliners that could be ours


[Chorus] x2
What I'm really about is trying to stay down
Keep my heart matching like my feet to the ground
Hear that p-pound, p-pound, p-pound, p-pound
And my name remains golden until I get crowned

$$

[Verse 1]
Taking over the mic like I'm changing my name
But I keep it simple like some dudes keep it real tame
Remember the game, December these flames
I'm forever indebted to this inclement weather rain
Gave me something to mimic. Now I just kick it
Like snares to the beat or feet when you've outstayed your visit
Stay timid or chaotic. Drink these problems like tonic
Mind faster than Sonic and I'm a repeat dope offender: chronic
You on it? I'm off it. Because I'm awake while you are resting
I'm the next thing so start investing in this kid perfecting
Like West Wing: I take long walks and pull off monologues
Keep you real interested. When I speak my flow gets haters waterlogged
Don't be alarmed just feel the charm. Lanky boy attitude
with girls around my arm feeling comfortable like southern food
I keep it gentile and deal civilized
Negotiate with these guys while they can't look me in the eyes

[CHORUS]
I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm about to rule the world
About to rule the world, about to rule the world
I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm about to rule the world
Keep my fingers gripped and cuties toes curled

[Verse 2]
With no point intended but my list of ten did
Leave judges effected with my pretend methods
I fancy myself to be a rapper a lot
But in the end my map is all over the place like a scatter plot
Plotting something devilish as I start to pedal this
Drive metal to fire like I'm gonna be one of Hell's residents
But check again, the embezzlement of this settlement
Is getting even, believe it, never sweating in my Pendleton
I used to be Marshall Lee. But only partially
Rocking the flannels, long hair, and sarcastic "Pardon me!"s
But now it's odd to see, that this Vampire King
Has switched the flow from death to fresh inside the entire thing
And is it tiring that he likes to be Childish?
Ask Maurice, this beast on beats increases the wildness
Give me an Oscar for the orchestrated mind of a violin
While mistresses asking me "Can you sire this?"

[CHORUS]
I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm working on this tireless
So tireless. So tireless
I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm working on this tireless
Can't hold me back now. I am so wireless

[Verse 3]
Badass on Slimfast, rap game got picked last
But now I'm the captain and this is my gym class
Never had to lift weights but constantly had to wait
For these other dudes to catch up with me. You lames are pretty late
And I'm pretty great. Hence the namesake
But then again your ID tag is not the only thing it takes
I know it needs some brains. Maybe a little braun
I pinky promise that I've got what it takes. Listen to my songs
I could go on and on and on and on but
That will take too damn long
So I'll demonstrate to educate in a major way
Like scales rising on a park place every single day
Working hard until my hands resemble a miners
Been digging for diamonds since I was still a minor
The age has changed and so has the content
It's progress to top this so honest. I'm on it like faucets
You mock this? I scoff, bitch. You don't want this
Get bombarded by a kid who gets carded: I finish shit. I do not start it.

Break

[Verse 1]
Right now I'm lacking an index and the rule of thumb
Is that we can't pinky promise or engage: that's too dumb
So what's really left to write about is the middle
But I got it hand it to you, you're making it by the fistful
"They won't get it, Alex! It's way too complicated!"
Then I think it's time for them to get properly educated
Spitting dramatic irony at hypnotists whom die in sleep
This isn't censorship: just tooting my own beep beep
Is he faking this or is it that real confidence?
It's his own brand of being grand and some awkwardness
Punching at these keys like a boxer with his palms
Got verses like Psalms and I'm balling like the tops of Pawns
The King stays the King but I shattered the crown
So I'm fly like Mercury. I'm the Queen that gets down
I stay so clean that bishops want to pray to me at night
I'm inside my castle since your forward is my hindsight

[Verse 2]
Black sheep of the family. Wearing some wool trousers
Sleeker than chrome, this fox's fire you have to browse, sir
The honest to gosh truth, I say it all within these lines
Sometimes, the rhymes hide the divine behind pines
Because I can't extrapolate or sometimes enunciate
Can't let it marinate. That's why these puns will play
Since I can't afford subtlety I have to say luxury
Words sharper and shinier than diamond cutlery
This submarine rap goes deeper than an underling
This game remains down like it's whole life was humbling
Get ready to bumble if you try to swarm me
My name's not lee but I'll show you I can be deadly
Actually and factually my tact will be
Prim, proper, dapper, like some royalty faculty
Back for me? Then I will gladly give you my spine
Picketers from Mathematicians wave: that's a real sin

[Verse 3]
All out of luck? Guess I'm going to rely on my skill
I write what's right so I must fit the bill
Accruing dollars in a pile, I'm king of capital hill
Rocking with flutes and OGs: an actual trill
And still, you chickens think my quill isn't ready
Just chill your bickering and I'll spill like levies
This used to be clever just for the sake of sounding smart
But now I realize that when I put in a little heart
I'm running even faster while you're still at the start
Changing the tides and words so I'm not feeling apart
Flier than a finch. I'm at this like Atticus
Crawl in my skin if you want to feel talented
These beats I leave increased when I write upon it
Leave comments like comets and treat this like Sonnets
I'm on it and off it and on it once more
Sweeping girls off their feet like it's just a chore

Cheers!

[Verse 1]
Multiple bracelets like I'm hitting all the bars
Only behind the tracks and maybe to hide a scar
Camouflage pants trying to hide just one half
Because I sure like the other side so let's bring it back
Never trying to front even if sometimes on accident
Uh Oh Pregnancy swag: turn my life into a happy event
Cause one of these days, the world will catch up to my feet
While they leave the blocks I'm on my 3rd victory lap repeat
Let's get back to the happier things, let's all just sing
I can rap to you and despite all the swarms and stings
I'll look up and say "What up, sun!" with my shades on
And I'll look to my friends like "What up, son?!" and we just play on
They tell me they wanted clever, so I give it up
We've been dating for a while and I really feel that trust
It's a must, feel the gust, and I'm just about to bust
Clear the rust, headphone thrust, please let it bump
We all gotta do stupid things every now and then
Just flip it and make money off of it: low-rate mortgage
This portion is important. Look at the quotient
You think I'm divided? Nah, I'm way too supported
Wooden blocks underneath my structure
Constructing additional pylons so don't try to rush ya
boy. The kid. The little youngster in this bitch
Like I've been for the last nine months just kicking it
Who's the best? Who's the best? No one ever knows
But we all think it's whoever has the most dough
Or the most props or the most respect
And that's all fine and dandy. But I suspect
That we are all the best in our singular ways
We've all got drive in our vehicular gaze
So take those unique elements and just represent
Like you're a cerium congressmen of your residence
No never evil. You got something special
Just don't Edison and you won't be Tesla
And yessir, just test ya, and all of the stressors
Will be pinned like 1, 2, 3: wrestler!
I am rocking a vest and uh maybe a bow tie
Otherwise something like a hoodie and wings: I'm fly
I used to want to do this for the people to like me
But my ancestors just told me to do it: Nike
So I'm doing this for my own life and my own art
But sometimes after the cute girls who go after my heart
I've got room for it all! I know I am capable
My mind is where horses live: real stable
Got paper like staples, Got morales like fables
And I keep holding it all up: demeanor on table
Got fresh like Maples, hooked up like cables
And I'm with my friends: Chandler and Rachel
No clench, no kegels. Got Os like Bagels
This is Adventure, Time short like graybles
You a-holes, I'm able, to be dope: i'm yayo
And aye-yo, this craft is all faithful
Act 2 on Hamlet: i'm being so playful

The Melancholy

I keep pretending, keep playing make believe
Because I want you to make you believe in me again
Remember when we were friends? Remember high school?
Remember how I finally let go? Wait, that hasn't happened yet. Just a lonely fool
Trying to figure out problems with a handful of matches
Placed against my skin to feel heat and warmth. Return to ashes
And get my head back into classes but I hate it there.
I hate it everywhere. So of course I don't think it's fair
Scars littering my fingertips that you can physically see
But the ones in my brain are the definition of gory
I know I'm really fucked up. At least I can recognize
What's parading in my heart? Maybe I need better eyes
And you were my better half. Probably more of that.
So round me down and I'll finally poof as a matter of fact
Let me vanish into smoke trails, please let me burn off
This has been so hard and it's really made me turn soft
Please just turn off the future so I can go back in time
To something simpler. Remembering when you were mine
And now you're with other guys, giving them the time of day
When I'm stuck in a Dali painting trying to get away
I feel at fault but goddamn it I feel I was prompted
Sending me mixed signals you fucking alcoholic
Grip that pistol and take your shots, shots, shots, shots, shots
And just finish that job.
Otherwise my heart will rot, rot, rot, rot, rot
When it's done it stops
Yes you have changed. But maybe you haven't
Maybe I was just preventing your new habits
Maybe I was holding you back from a fight you belonged in
So now I just feel really obnoxious.
Cautious, notice how I'm nauseous
All of these bad thoughts, please make them stop it
I feel like having scars on my body
will make me remember what has tried to stop me
Badges of victory and dunce caps of shame
I'm hurting more and more and forgetting my name
It's Alex. But sometimes Alexander.
Goddamn it, I feel too much when I hear the proper.
Everything's a trigger and I'm just target practice
Bang, bang, bang and maybe I'll finally stop rapping
And stop doing poetry and even stop being.
No one likes me anyways, why should I keep seeing
if this will turn out well? Because you can't take it with you
And I doubt hell has baggage claim so this life is a misuse.
No this isn't excuse. This is just a bad couple days.
Starting from when I was born and ending a few after I pass away
I know I won't escape it. But god I wish I could.
Leave nothing behind and I'll be gone for good.
Gun to my head? Knife to my wrists?
Start chugging from now instead of taking sips?
Yo, dude, this is kind of depressing.
Sorry man, but thank you for listening!
It made a marginal difference like not believing in butter
And I can still make jokes from the gutter
Asking me if I'm serious? I don't fucking know anymore.
And that's probably the problem. Despite the metaphors
or the similes or the poetic devices
My vices have changed me from the nicest
To a crisis waiting to be reported on the nightly news
Bite me until I bruise. Even if I was just used
I just want to feel something. Nothing kind of sucks
I must have been born and cracked a mirror considering my luck
But enough, I've had enough today.
I'll just go outside and maybe I'll play.

Adequate

I just wanted to make a song where I can be completely honest
Who believes me? Me I guess, I have bought it
4 mixtapes sold, 1 EP,
3 dollar CDs and 5 for the new me
This is all just pure soul, pure of consciousness
Free writing with the foggiest of thoughtlessness
Trying to make you rock with this, instead I get the opposite
Minerals and pebbles getting polished with this wit
But um. I stutter. No, I'm far from perfect
Trying to convince myself and girls that I am worth it
Lorreal, holler at me, give me a few more slogans
Regardless, this track I still run: Logan
One word punchlines, are those still even cool?
I'm convinced whatever I do will stay in school
Which is the new cool. Which is the new chic
They say geek isn't unique because we're all meek
So being typical is the new different and different is the new same
It's all the same game that I never knew how to play
Give me the dice and I'll shout out uno
Give me a royal flush and I'll try advance to go
Give me a chance and I'll sink your battleship
Try to tell you sorry but Candyland ain't having it
They say I'm too sweet but I can play way sour
I'm carrying the dreams of thousands. What up, Mayflower
Immigration flow: give me your stamp of approval
The removal of me is actually the losing your crucial
Never ever say can't: I'm an American
Feeling real connected right now. 06 LAN
Logical fallacies can never pass me
Everything you say next year I said last week
Your rhyme book is my 08 calendar pages
You rocking with an 8th grader was sayin'? Delayed
trains of thought cause I'm never stationary
They look at this dude and think variety: Asian? Very
But he wants to be a black guy, dresses like a white dude
Likes to follow some Chinese rules and he's eating Spanish food?
What the fuck are you? I hear them shouting at me
Van Gogh and I cannot hear thee
So me, my toast, and Mos Def jam poetry
All alone with my Friends, season 3, that's where the loner be
Wearing something real cool and way fashionable
If I can't be the best, dress to impress. Never on sabbatical
It's factual that this bisexual youth from the metro
Wears clothes like a metro, real retro, and still rhymes from the get go
But is he straight though? I say no hetero
Maybe no homo-sapien because alienating with my better flow
Oh am I on a tangent? Oh would you like to banish?
NPH and I are about to make you vanish
Pulled nothing out of something: rabbit in a hat
Everything I do is archaeology hip hop: deeper than rap
And you never hear me swear? Well motherfuck that shit
I speak real proper, never hit a woman, but will hit a bitch
Slap that track with my tongue, and son,
You are about to feel your mistake well-cooked: done
I'll keep doing this until it's no longer fun
I'll keep fucking around with this like Death until she comes

X-Rays

[Chorus]
X-Ray, X-Ray, see right through me
Keep it in tune, call me Looney
Dapper rhymes to go with this mastermind
Trying to keep it all love: Valentine

X-Ray, X-Ray, see right through me
Animaniac getting quite cartooney
Look at my chest and see my heart bump
Cardiac arrest, love lock down in handcuffs

[Verse 1]
And this all suits me. I've got this in spades
Feeling like cleaning ladies, yes I'm made
Text a few girls, but they don't text me back
I treat 'em like dress pants, give me some slack!
Fresh cut, stressed-up, newly adult
With faults who gets up excluding the halts
Take every day like I'm meeting someone special
Wear clothes cleaner than those who work in medical
Smile at any cute girl that I see
Which means I smile all day, what a life I lead!
I flaunt like a player but I always break the rules
Inches away from being the standard measuring tool
Even though I am far from being perfect
See me looking down? That's me being nervous
Too awkward to dance, rocking two left feet
But I can make your heart swing if you let me


[Chorus]
X-Ray, X-Ray, see right through me
Keep it in tune, call me Looney
Dapper rhymes to go with this mastermind
Trying to keep it all love: Valentine

X-Ray, X-Ray, see right through me
Animaniac getting quite cartooney
Look at my chest and see my heart bump
Cardiac arrest, love lock down in handcuffs

[Verse 2]
Takumi the what? You know I'm a fox
Kind of fantastic when I step in the spot
Call me clever? Call me better?
I weather the weather whether or not I get her
Is it romantic or is it dumb optimism?
I'm trying to show one face so I'd suck as a prism
The new me is trying out honesty
And honestly, what bothers me is that obsolete
Bodies who look at me are trying to copy the
modern he but looking so gaudy, geez.
Let me recommend that less is more
Try to say it without any fancy metaphors
Wear what you want instead of what they do
March like an April fool and what I may do
Is be step in step right beside you
Being foolish is something that I like to do


[Chorus]
X-Ray, X-Ray, see right through me
Keep it in tune, call me Looney
Dapper rhymes to go with this mastermind
Trying to keep it all love: Valentine

X-Ray, X-Ray, see right through me
Animaniac getting quite cartooney
Look at my chest and see my heart bump
Cardiac arrest, love lock down in handcuffs

[Verse 3]
Is your name wifi? I'm feeling the connection
You must be the one: I'm liking your direction
I'd campaign for you and your entire election
You got me feeling higher than the soprano section

Maze in your eyes, I'm feeling real lost
Are you the final stage? You look like a boss
You knock me out, kid, like I got a glass jaw
Got me feeling tongue tied: I can only say "blah"

Let me put you between sheets: the bed or paper?
Have you saying fuck more than Tyler the Creator
I'm kind of like candy, girl, now or later?
I'll heat you up cool girl. Turn ya into vapor!

Did you fall out of heaven? That must have hurt
You got something- no, that's me on your shirt
I'm gonna be last because I want you to be first
Let me do to you like words to a verse

Two vowels, three letters, U R A Q T
You can be the beast and of course the beauty
Call me a frat pirate, I'm loving your booty
Get your phoenix rising a second time: Moody

I Do Not Talk

[Chorus] x2
We all need a little help from time to time
We all call an SOS when we fall behind
Fall back on me if you get tired
Fall back on you when you get really inspired

[Verse 1]
I've been wanting to talk to Asher Roth
Ask him about college and what they taught
Because right now, I'm stressing over all this
And I'm not the shit, just feeling pissed
Toilet metaphors aside, I'm feeling wiped out
There are a lot of times where I'd just take a bike route
And just ride until I run the brakes loose
Until I break and finally feel. Truth:
what does that even mean?
As writers, we'd like to say that we can glean
The narratives from the fictions,
the facts from the scripts and
Be treated without suspicions
but, c'mon, just listen.
I might just have fancier words at my disposal
It all depends on how you treat it as a total
I used to be the focal, now I'm just a point
"I matter!" the dot said to the universe: just trying to hear his own voice
When I was little, I just expected greatness
When it's in the name description, you look forward to being famous
But when the job markets in a disarray
And you want to make words for a living, what are you supposed to say?
Mom and Dad, this pen will be my income?
Brothers, now I know you might think it's dumb
Why should I be a part of this system?
They just think I'm ignoring their wisdom.
And it's not like I want to prove them wrong
I want to prove them proud. Prove them that I am strong
I  know can keep these records orbiting
Put on that smile, I'm a real good sport: authority.

[Chorus] x2
We all need a little help from time to time
We all call an SOS when we fall behind
Fall back on me if you get tired
Fall back on you when you get really inspired

[Verse 2]
If I could have a sit down with Gambino
Would we have two shattered and patched together egos?
Because I understand his pain on a personal level
Uncovered and buried deep down, that's why I look disheveled.
We both do the humble guy behind the stage
But polish up our cockiness up on the page
Is it defensive? Check out these mechanisms
Raskolnikov and I about to conquer and schism
I make a lot of jokes. Most have a nose
Some have an eye, and some have earlobes
A couple have cheeks and a few have a mouth
I'm trying to save face, you get what I'm about?
I see a cute girl and I fall half in love
And I'm pretty shitty at math, so we better round up
But I don't have enough faith in myself
If I were an investment, I wouldn't be cut out for wealth
If we really want to see how I match up and shape
Let's check the triangle of the three holy traits
Emotionally Stable, Attractive and Intelligent
I don't think I've ever owned one. Only rented it.
I make dumb choices all the fucking time
And will manipulate people and try to undermine
Honestly? I have no idea about the looks
But mostly that people are quite mistook.
Look
I think I'm slightly above moderate
A little past average and almost on the awesome bit
Unless it's a good day: then I'll be talking shit
And walking this like I'm about all of it.

[Chorus] x2
We all need a little help from time to time
We all call an SOS when we fall behind
Fall back on me if you get tired
Fall back on you when you get really inspired

[Verse 3]
I think... I'd like to talk to me
Ask me how I'm doing and ask me what I see
All about my world and my changing perspectives
Ask him when he gets happy and when it's depressive
What is it called when you hate yourself?
But you know you're still pretty great? Who the fuck can help?
I know I'm attaching crutches to people
To my friends, to my ex, to girls, am I see through?
We used to have a metaphor about what we're made of
Paper or plastic. But it's all the same stuff
when it gets engulfed by the garbage, swallowed by the flame
Digested by the social markets and I'm trying to make a name
Take the fragmented identity I used to have
And try to apply some booster packs to bring it back
To have something really real and authentic
At least I know that all the puns will be intended
But the other things I make, I wish were cleaning ladies
That would make them made and I see the maybes
Crawling up my spine and out of my mouth
Spewing out all of this dumb ass self-doubt
But I'm learning that these problems annual
Are actually turning into something more manageable
Starting to handle goals and channel soul
Into my own hand-written manuals
Even if I'm surrounded by a pack of wild animals
They can try to take a bite out of me: mandibles.
Taking the abstract out and putting the real life in:
I'm starting to grasp something a little more tangible.

Ctrl-Alt-Shift

Pebbles in my shoes, gravel underneath
Wine bottles breaking against my teeth
Losing spirits, inadequate grips
Shot after shot slipping behind your lips
Weak hands trying to reach for something solid

Rocky exterior, someone find me a geologist

Make me more polished, marble crafted body

Never gotten drunk but I still spit up sloppy

Put me a neat glass, I sure hate going to class
Keep me by your chest side, even if it's just a flask
They put me on blast, don't even know the half
Gotta study when I get home but I don't think I will last

Ended up first but only for a second

Strike me down like an automatic weapon

Let me see something even if aggression
Otherwise just wrap me up in your attention

I'm feeling really bland and it's just who I am

Work and school and poetry slams

But what's in my hand? I can't understand

What's left on this tarnished wedding band

Aiming on point but I still miss you

Afraid of a certain word so I can't misuse

Hate being a clean ex. Not grabbing tissues

Chiseled and locked down, life of a missile

Room messier even though I'm a quote "grown up"

Time goes slow enough to show you what sure sucks

But quick enough so you can't even know your own stuff

Hit the detonation but you can't even blow up

I wanted to be clever, I wanted to be cool

I wanted to be everything I tried to be at school

But I messed it up, what is flowing in my veins

I'm still too vain: looking for something to gain

Hate going to this place, it's all bullshit
Life is a trigger and yes I'm trying to pull it

Keep anger like grudges: it's best not to hold it

Not being claymation, I'm not being molded

Hold the fabric of my own destiny

Feels good in my fingers, yes it better be
Cooking up something real mean with my recipe
Quote my own shit and just let it breathe

Like 1, 2, 3,
1, 2, 3, and you better read.
Mixing up all sorts of different aspects
Literature nerd, what do you expect?

Check the specs if you're feeling twice as deft
But you won't predict of what's coming next

This kid is feeling both cursed and so blessed
Feels the pressure but is it that good stress?
I can present but I can hardly test
Don't bury my struggles inside my chest
I suspect that the finesse of this rest
Will reveal the quest that will ingest
More progress, less digress
Traveling in my mind, east to west

His style is real clean but he lives like a mess
In the end, just trying to fill out the Pokedex
His style is real clean but he lives like a mess
In the end, just trying to fill out the Pokedex

And of course the beat changes with the content
No contest I'm spilling my guts is my level of honest

I fucking hate being here, but I make it a little better
Carve smooth nooks in a world of inclement weather
Already used to that rain and that gloom without rocking hoods
Are you okay, kay, kay, kay? Let's get it understood
that my skin pigment is not oriented in my ability
to rock microphones and have ninja agility
My mental stability is located in something more intangible
Cross of a beast, scholar, speech kid and an animal

My anchors that keep me down, keep me grounded

Still trying to figure out life and how it's founded
I'm being childish? Well, it's just a little gambit
I treat life like the solar system, I have to PLAN IT
I manage through skill alone and when I'm in the zone
Never phone in a performance I both shine and shone

Typing furiously at keyboards enough to pop the tab off
I'm a shaken up soda can: I'm about to pop the tab off!

Just call it blastoff, just try to laugh it off

Never being bottle necked but people still think I'm a mad dog
I'm controlling this alternate shift
Can't find the end or delete so we won't really finish

Switches from serious to jokes more times in a minute

The tragicomedy of Alex Dang. You either in it or with it

Dragonite

I'm waking up whenever I want because I'm an adult
Finally reached this ripe old age where the childishness should halt
But I keep on my kid stuff and naysayers get very salty
Keep the pepper pushing like spheres of influence: yes I'm ballsy
Ironic that you said you never wanted me to be so angry
When now you're the reason for this. This is what you made me
Frankenstein that can rhyme, take a look at your creation
My secretions from my brain are flowing quicker in this basement
So I'm about to break out of my shackles and if you tackle
My hustle then I rustle, bustle, say FUCK YOU while I lack some muscle
I'm the skinniest alive and I get brawn for the ages
I step onto different stages and like kin to the herbs: word up to my sages
I'm a scholar who rocks collars and starting to change up the style
Corduroy pants and crew neck sweaters turns up the dial
And are you listening? I'm trying out different inflections
This direction of stressin lessened because I'm so blessed
No need to imagine dragons, I make it real
I got the Chinese Connection. Spitting flames: that's the warmth you feel
I'm a master on the sheets. Paper and beds included
I got manners like a gentleman but believe, I can be the rudest
Take a look at the Judas, they stand all around me
360 degrees of treachery and yet I'm still just counting
With all of this company, I must be doing something right
And if I'm wrong, fuck it, I shine bright because I'm polight
Alright?! My hands have been calloused from holding on too tight
But now the challenge is snatching everything I want in sight
This is my life. So I'm going to make it how I wanted
Like I'm taking shrooms on second base, I'm so on it
Kid, I'm honest. Me and you, we got to stay focused
Currently residing at where the best coast is
But we're gonna travel. We're gonna hit this world like a one night stand
Except I'll be sitting down for years, you see this ring on my hand?!

Dedicated to the poets that helped me get this far
And to the prisons that I lived in that gave me my bars
To the problems that hindered my progress to a stop
You made me better for this thing called HIP HOP

My words are spilling out like drunken texted messages
I'm doing this from my real life. So this is what I'm repping. It's
A kid with metaphors and similes
But similarly he is like a 4 letter alphabet: U C A G
I'm shooting from the hip, now that's a waist line
And I could probably spare some change, cause all I got is dimes
My policy on staying the same is quite obviously
Still normal in the sense that so is Dragonite's hyperbeam

Bonus Stage

[Verse 0]
Let me start this off with both some flattery
And a few comments that might make you mad at me
Girl you looking real angelic. Where the pastor be?
But Jesus you're looking hot as hell: blasphemy!
Stick with me and we might burn some calories
And I just keep going charged: battery
If some guys are classy. Then I'm Gatsby
It takes two to make an accident. Or a masterpiece

[Verse 1]
Life on nickel and death at the platinium
110 percent and that ain't even the maximum
Girls? I got em. Yup and I lose them
Take life by the day. Never got a duplicate
So catch me like coughing or old school balling
Catch me like Spalding and if you caught the following
I'm sure we'll get along just damn swell
And if you like me? Well, shit, only time will tell
Other dudes? They're useless. They just lose it
I'm not trying to be hard: Rubiks
Me? I got this. Shine: it's polished
I'm a dapper pro and them: novice
Write it to any beat or the a capella
No I'm not Jay but I can rock a fella
And me? I'm stellar. Like for the confidence
Then fall in love with the real: all of it

[Verse 2]
I flip the script kind of like dyslexia
I keep my room neat so I won't mess with ya
Now, I'm not trying to make up anything
Since I can get you wrapped around my finger: wedding ring
Asshole? Kind of. To be perfectly honest
Sometimes I stress and unstress: sonnet
But in the end of things, I'm a real chill dude
I'll pick up the bill when we go eat food
Hold open doors, but don't hold your breathe
Cause I do things quick, never hold onto regret
I've heard a tale once a time before
Never fall in love with a rapper times galore
But me? Who even knows what this is
All that's certain is me and you and that's just it
Cutie 3.14. Humble as pie
I don't get high, but with me we'll still fly

[Verse 3]
Don't even lie. You know I'm adorable
Antonym with horrible and incorrigible
Metaphorical in the sense that
Always being watched. Where Eckleburg at?!
But the fact is that we all got problems
I'm not scared enough to be afraid to solve em
So here it is right now, it's all just here
And what's left is the truth that we must adhere
Sometimes I'm verbose, sometimes I just quote
Sometimes I hate swimming and I'd prefer to just float
No I don't drink. But I'm thirsty for you
I pass on the smoke but damn I'll roll with you
But I know, I know that we're all just human
Deep inside me are some hidden ruins
So if archeology's your thing, come right along
If not? Then girl, just vibe to the song