StyLo MaRx. - Almost FameLess lyrics

The theme of this piece is about being themeless I'm sk**ed enough at writing for my songs to be beatless "Producers needed" I pa** out the leaflets Rankin told me I got the spark like Kindle Burned many books down, likely why I'm single Spitting that fire, down by the bayou Every day like its my first curious like im Calliou Lil B in this b**h with a higher I-Q Dropped my P's & Q's don't spect me to be mindful Head so strong after 10 rips of a bong Ill still checkmate you with a motherf**ing pawn If I could beatbox I wouldn't slang rocks of Molly Prolly wouldnt chase after loops so "fruity" Why f** with these teens, playing on dey computees Likely on the tip my hat say "music snooty" Sifting thru the landfill absconding with j**elry Lines slip my mind and I try to break their fall Bemused as I view the scrawlings on a public stall Per (fer) chance I'm in Milwaukee, Saunter through the lobby Sold a VIP tick to a lick in Abercrombie Something wrong wit ya gait like you walkin round wit Palsy Every year I hop the gate, one day I got too ballsy Narco squad arrest look like a robbery Wish I had a time turner to throw that Harry Pottery Meanwhile they talk about Ye like some monstrosity Who da f** is you to judge a living legend? Murs in this b**h, elect me for president First day in office, outlaw an*l reticence Drop a deuce on any beat, opposite of hesitant Texican still don't take kind to evolution And I can't hit 94 w/o smelling the pollution If gravity's a theory then wuddya call a fact? Train left the rails, 4 cats ain't make it back New York, New York, where they know the score Beckham in this b**h ima model some drawers A 90s kid watching Allison Mack If I rocked the 80s I'd prolly sell crack That with a literary knack right? Greek yogurt in my belly yea I snack right And what can I say? I'm here to pave the way Old school like Will, Feral I kid n play Bars for days it aint hard to turn the page Need me a zanny to curb dis road rage Pool so many into cars I deserve my own lane Where do I begin? The end of the refrain?? If this is the end I'm disappointed in James How u gonna mail a quap w no RA? Then lose the TN I bet the same day Somewhere now there's a box with my name Helping the Feds establish they case One light closer to trafficking me to cage If I get pinched ima start tappin veins By the time you get my refs ill have seen the end of MY days Eyes glazed I crave the freedom like a scheme change I stay on my feet like I'm at tolls making change So long, say ta-ta Fly as prada Babies going ga-ga Musical the language Hunter in this b**h bring a Thompson to your banquet Turn it to desert storm if I'm bored and I'm getting there Swabbing my hands for explosives when I buy air fare It ain't fair, it ain't fair, Ya live and ya learn World stay turnt as that kush stay burnt Ready to unearth, some real deal homey sh** And ima quit here, I'm almost home... sh**