[Intro: GtC]
A-A-Audit my mind. (x6)
Please, won't you please (x2)
[Verse 1: GtC]
Audit my mind, audit my mind
Please, won't you, please won't you offer some time
Get into my business and increase the value of
Talkin' sublime through these jaw-dropping rhymes
Dog, I'm divine, pardon my shine
Account for the bounce that you found in my lines
Report what you find, of course it's a sign
That I'm made of two, but I'm one of a kind
Generic Tha Character, chop me like trees
I bob and I weave on all of these beats
Muhammad Ali, (I swear, I swear)
I act like I don't, (but I care, I care.)
(Beware, beware) they fencin' me in
The session confession, repent for my sins
Tha Character grins, you messin' with him?
You want it, you got it, I'll pencil you in
Let it begin
I'm rollin' up on ‘em
You posin' a problem
I know that I got ‘em
These flows, I'ma flaunt ‘em
Like Dolce Gabbana
Welcome to the slaughter
The host of the party, your honor
Robotic, I'm Godder
I've gone off my rocker
Please call in the doctor
And make sure he's brought up a daughter
With tail like coppers and robbers
Girl, you do squats!
Boy, I do not, but these rhymes glorious
G's life story is the greek god Morpheus
Never tryna score with the normal kids
Played with metaphors in the orphanage, fortunate
Came up outta my cave, man, I'm torchin' it
Learned to build a house, didn't even have to mortgage it
Kickin' in the door with it, driveway, foreign whip
Foreign whip, cuz you don't understand where I'm swervin' it
[Hook: GtC]
Won't you audit my mind for me?
Audit my mind for me
Audit my mind for...
Audit my mind for...
Audit my mind for me
For me
Won't you audit my mind
Please do this for your friend in need
Audit my, audit my mind
[Verse 2: GtC]
GTC is tha machine, hit you wit' the straight facts
This'll be the rhyme scheme that you finna playback
Old school type of tape, handin' out the 8-tracks
Lyrically the AJAX for the way this game acts
I'm the janitor, you flow like a ameteur
Whiter than a Macklemore, whiter than an Apple Store
Upstate Fall, so you know I rep that flannel more
I go back and forth like racquetball with Lindsay Davenport
Oh, runnin' up a tab when I'm up at the bar
Girl you better be bad if you up in my car
Whoa, sorry for that mainstream appeal
Just tryna show the kids what's fake and what's real
Never plateau, but I'm familiar with Tug Hill
I'm always fresh, I won't ever know how washed up feel
King of Hippity-Hop, that's a done deal
I don't know, you should probably, all kneel, like Shaquille
Uh, stackin' up the bills like I'm mad poor
Come and go like I'm standin' on a trapdoor
Rhymin words be the thing I got knack for
Shatter rappers dreams like a backboard
They be fleein' out the country, grab the pa**port
Rural life, should be rhymin' about my tractor
Yeah, my mind said to take the tax course
But my heart was telling me that I should rap more
That I should rap more
[Hook: GtC]
Won't you audit my mind for me? (so I rapped more)
Audit my mind for me. (Forget the tax forms)
Audit my mind for...
Audit my mind for... (I'ma rap more)
Audit my mind for me
For me
Won't you audit my mind
Please do this for your friend in need
Audit my, audit my mind
(Just rap for 'em, said Tha Character)