Verse 1:
Now this I've been looking forward to
Collecting props that's a bit overdue
I came to collect props like a property tax
From all you hate to laugh novelty acts
Your SUV's never been off terrain
Your hiking boots only hike on the train
Your running shoes I've never seen runnin'
You hate f*gs, but collect shoes like a woman
Leave your garbage outside, today's props collection
That means all your rap's not hip-hop preconceptions
All that sh** you memorized is irrelevant
There's a hundred and ten plus four more elements
While you try to sound all hip-hoppy
I inspire the leaders that you copy
Now you're boring, and much too braggadocious
Assemble a joint from a whole bag of roaches
The articulate answer to my grammar is damn
So, check yourself
Testicular cancer exam
Urk you if I work the word work squeaky clean
I'm Good Will Humping PG-13
And I'll never stop, inner starlight is endless
Next time you leave me off your top ten list
Remember the only the bravest DJ will request my drops
I came to collect my props
Verse 2:
I came to collect like my dustpan collects dust
I came to collect like a rich kid on a trust
I came to collect like that poor kid on welfare
I came to collect like your politician on healthcare
I came to collect like I put a bucket under a leak
I came to collect like crowds collect when I speak
Calling collect direct rather than round-a-bout
Before I spell it out for you, sound it out
I haven't even barely started
You like this track are mentally guitarded
I'm more slept on than beds
And I'm collecting props now I'm sure to get when I'm dead
I'll asund your moms and correct your pops
I came to collect my props