Me and the mic have chemistry
Like Jesse and Mr White,
But i'm so underground its a still a fight
To make even the hipsters like,
Feel like Superman, amidst a world of kryptonite,
I'm sick tonight, tripping on my cape,
I couldn't the fit the tights,
Rappers are quick to bite,
Find your own shit to write,
Aim your telescope from fifty flights,
And couldn't hit my height,

That's a shameless boast, raise a toast,
To the famous ghost, who'll be
Freaking out your brain the most,

I don't talk about the things I know I'm never owning,
I'm busy helping out of my girl release her seratonin,
I'm very open, though my bars could bury Conan
The Barbarian, I'm heavy with the quotes when my pen is smoking,
Getting love like Tennis opens

This generation has a problem with relations,
Teenagers treating girls like their play stations,
What happened to the chivalry?
When I was year six,
I'd be happy if a girl would just come and sit with me
Now it's all like snap chats and strip for me,
No one likes a nice guy, please be a dick to me
That's what they say, so I wonder where its gone wrong?
I turned on the radio and then I hear the pop songs

I got blurred lines, and rappers with absurd rhymes
That still don't make sense when you hear them for the third time,
Music is the food of love, be careful how you serve mine
Like what is this shit? Aint it just the worst kind



Getting cold feet on hot coals,
High kids tripping over pot holes,
In low moments, find me with the lost souls,
Impossible apostles trying to jostle with a gospel,
Too hostile for your hostel,
Meaning no room in the inn-crowd,
The outcast will outlast, I win rounds
To win round the fans till they spin round,

Then I guess i'll be getting cooler,
Sweating to be the ruler, forgetting you need a subject,
I reckon I need to upset the tables so their turning
So determined like the sun set,
To bring you something beautiful, musical
Over drum sets,
Technicolor Jacket, technically erratic
Rhyming technical fanatic,