I'm a weird dude
with some weird tunes
Hearing this is like psychedelics down ear tubes.
Man, I'm tripped out.
No drugs.
But if I did sometimes,
then so what?
No fear. We're here. This here
is an inexplicable phenomenon. Is your armour on?
Well, take it off; we
should let it be.
I'll let you do you,
now let me do me.

I'll let you be you,
you should let me be...

Made you some music in the meantime
just so people can see I'm
the embodiment of music and I be rhyme.
I don't see time, I be mind-
ful of most scenes I see each day before my eyes---
histrionic, I tell lies,
but just what I spit
is so true---mundane if you grew up like we do:
over influenced by the TV's news and
covert renewance of their truth, and
what's true when you're truant of that schooling?
My scholastic elasticity
acts at times like passivity
when you're unused to the
chaos of my intra-mental activity.
My instrumental's facility's
greater than your silly beats---
these deep sounds are profound
and grounded in my hometown.
I'm homegrown and so proud of my city,
It's a pity that I'm wondering
if the world's ready for my wandering
interpretations.
How will you relate to this?
What I'm making is
the strangest kid's imagination in
the form of sounds so crafty you
thought it was a witch on this.
I'm sick of this.
Let me stop 'cause you've got
a whole record to listen to
me.