Thought I would start with a soliloquy
Put my face on a mask now it's villainy
Spit it on a mic and a speaker and it's real to me
And I want you to know that I came a long way
I've been working on these songs, that I've mixed and mastered
Got em cut and sampled, till they ripped and tattered
Finished, 7 songs like a multitasker
But that ain't nothing to a dude who celloboxes faster
Remix the remix, so I'm a latecomer
I guess, mark summer's the first of the forerunners
I'm a dog on a hydrant, just making my mark
Just a boy making noise, but I'm calling it art
I'm never territorial, I'll mess your territory tho
My raps are editorials, I write while eating cereal
Sometimes it's rather horrible my humor makes it's cameo
Figure out my mind cause it's a simple polynomial
I'm under the underground it's almost redundant
Last Friday I was rappin next to Harriet Tubman
Imma slow it down, way before I speed up
Change the rhythm of the song to find what I was made of
Used to rap so I could get people to love me
It was funny cause I didn't love myself
It's kinda hard to write something original
When you're out there tryna be someone else
You could say my flow is off, delivery's weak
Still,who's gonna talk this if I never speak?
Never retreat, say things that I wanted said
I'm making noise… cause silent mouths are for the dead
Fingers to the keys put the bow the string
Don't get too scared, I don't think I'm gonna sing
But if I sang, it would sound like this
Sing so great, I would rock this bit
Time to stop playing work the grind and the grit
Show all the people it's my mind that I spit
Spit so sonorous I don't even have a chorus
And I'll end this song on a half-written rhyme