I don't smoke or drink, I sit in corners and think
constantly until I'm vomiting these portaits I ink
till I'm crazed in a rage caused from living solitarilily
by the fours, scores will need gause from all my charity
how many limbs I got? blood spills from the skills I got
mass fainting till the pavement looks like a Jackson Pollock painting
gangsta buck.shot? you ain't gotta be a thug to bust slugs
puff drugs, treat women like sluts and not get enough love
I don't do any of the above, but many fall in the trap
of getting involved in the false lore that rap often attracts
not many got the balls to react and bitchslap the bullshit
many are too busy speaking until their wreeking and full of it
Now I ain't never been one to just follow this "religion"
I try to buck the system, but sometimes I just want you fucks to listen
and be a little different in how I spit it, quick witted
having critics yelling "Yo this kid's an idiot...just kiddin'"
I'm about to stop writing, and cook me some ramen
and go into hiding for a while like Osama Bin Laden