Now I must be honest, there are two voices you will hear that are not mine
Those are the voices of Mos Def and Talib Kweli
Although, Mos Def these days, I believe, goes by Yasiin Bey
Shout outs to both of those guys
Shout outs to this song, this album, the Black Star album
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo I live inside the pocket
Big fan of Immortal Tech’s “Obnoxious”
Wake up and go to sleep saying “I got this”
Aint stoppin at nothin
I’ll profit from boppin the dozens of gossipin scrubs, and their cousins
While my blood is still pumpin
Yall best believe I’m grindin til I’m more potent than the most crystally nug from your bud, and
I keep chuggin and chuggin til my lungs kick the bucket
I’ll go to a Revs game and come home with a musket
Pumpin Brulo straight into my dome til the Summit (AKA the New England Invitational from 2016)
Yall really don’t fuckin know me, so please
Withhold any judgment
I’ll trap your soul in a dungeon
Eternally huntin or being hunted by beasts that go for the gullet
I think I’m better than at least a third of all the rappers you’ve ever heard of
I’d say that they’d get murdered
But that lines been overused so instead I’ll say that they’d get zerga-
ling rushed
Figuratively speakin
And try to fend me off with SCVs which isn’t gonna beat it
It really isn’t a secret
I’m a pizza
Fiend, ya
Aint doin it right if you aint
Frequenting pizza-rias
Shout outs to Le Befana and it’d be convenient
If my dad’s place was Cafe Angelina’s
But it’s not, so shout out to Cafe Angelino’s
Much love to both my mom and dad, without them there would be no
HTC Makari
Or Pete at the drive-thru window
Shootin the shit with Burlington’s best
I’m certain my quest to be flirtin with death by the ledge
Has served to help me
Learn to respect that
Needlessly executing high-risk technology is probably not wise
And it certainly isn’t worth getting read
When the reward is merely a get-on-stage-free card
And the risk is losing a picture of a head
I was immersed in the bread
Seventeen grand in my hands
Fast forward, it’s the reverse, I’m in debt
A college dropout to society
Parents asking “why” to me
Try to tell ’em nothing’s their fault, that they was fine to me
Entirely invested in loving and nurturing and raising me
Wonder what they’d change if theyda seen what my college grades would be
If they knew lecture halls and classrooms were places that I would hate to be
If they knew I would grow to have a knack for changing lanes so gracefully
I just wanna space a knee
And basically keep travelin and playin
And having the chance to commentate with peeps
And spiraling out, cause honestly
I spit amazingly
I diabolically be dropping these monstrosities on top o’ fiends
Ima make it free so cop it, please
If real recognize real
I’m hoping to eventually get a “hello” in an afterlife from Socrates
Much love to all my Hyperbolic freaks getting brolic, we
On our way to creating a monopoly
I love the Boston scene, and we’re wicked hype to FINALLY
Be hosting a major
See yall at S-H-I-N-E