[Verse]
I tell these fellow rappers let me be the Pacquiao to your Cotto
To step inside my timbs your feet would have to match Frodo's
Trippin in the studio off red bull and no-doz
Making some bananas with my homie King Mono
And Monkey Team is winning you bozo's are Mojo Jojo's
So put away the polo, fall weather calls for cocoa
Try and match my fly you'll end up looking like a do-do
We double up the solo's flowing like the Orinoco, so
Forget the gibberish, I'm sick of all the fickle shit
ASF spits riddles that'll cripple where a temple sits
Parlor tricks in lyrics make it complex though it's simple shit
Hooked on phonics mixed with chronic wouldn't even give you this
I'm kinda loopy, and others are ratatouille
Slightly kooky kid who's mama nicknamed him after Snoopy
With a eye that's kinda droopy, made me moody while I grew
Kids would laugh at me and joke that my vision was 20-2
[Hook]
But I, put it past me, I guess I'm too classy
Pointing out my flaws for attention seems tacky
And no I'm not flashy, but I got charm
With some talent from a town that manifested off some farms
The odds never matter once you learn to count cards
The game of life goes no matter how you play along
Never needed much to smile but a bag of tagalongs
A notebook and a mic to sing a farm town song
[Verse 2]
So listen to my demo, while hitting on some endo
Whatever makes you chill so you can vibe out with the tempo
My life's divertimento, I learned from serenades
Watching Tom & Jerry then making pieces in 6th grade
To upgrade to making classics, quit the cinematics
Acrobat on tracks, erratic, flowing charismatic
Apologies if you can't keep up with my rap's schematic's
My mindstate resembles a pragmatic fanatic
Bent on living like a king, disregarding shiny things
Avant-garde I'd rather trade some Audemars for thrifted rings
I'm just a kid with some character, not tryna change america
But it'd be dope if I could give these weaklings some hysteria
For being young gifted and myself, it does help
To do you for who appreciates it, gives you mental wealth
Cause you don't gotta sell yourself, I never dug industry hoes
Or let it become any source of my woes cause know
[Hook]
I tell these fellow rappers let me be the Pacquiao to your Cotto
To step inside my timbs your feet would have to match Frodo's
Trippin in the studio off red bull and no-doz
Making some bananas with my homie King Mono
And Monkey Team is winning you bozo's are Mojo Jojo's
So put away the polo, fall weather calls for cocoa
Try and match my fly you'll end up looking like a do-do
We double up the solo's flowing like the Orinoco, so
Forget the gibberish, I'm sick of all the fickle shit
ASF spits riddles that'll cripple where a temple sits
Parlor tricks in lyrics make it complex though it's simple shit
Hooked on phonics mixed with chronic wouldn't even give you this
I'm kinda loopy, and others are ratatouille
Slightly kooky kid who's mama nicknamed him after Snoopy
With a eye that's kinda droopy, made me moody while I grew
Kids would laugh at me and joke that my vision was 20-2
[Hook]
But I, put it past me, I guess I'm too classy
Pointing out my flaws for attention seems tacky
And no I'm not flashy, but I got charm
With some talent from a town that manifested off some farms
The odds never matter once you learn to count cards
The game of life goes no matter how you play along
Never needed much to smile but a bag of tagalongs
A notebook and a mic to sing a farm town song
[Verse 2]
So listen to my demo, while hitting on some endo
Whatever makes you chill so you can vibe out with the tempo
My life's divertimento, I learned from serenades
Watching Tom & Jerry then making pieces in 6th grade
To upgrade to making classics, quit the cinematics
Acrobat on tracks, erratic, flowing charismatic
Apologies if you can't keep up with my rap's schematic's
My mindstate resembles a pragmatic fanatic
Bent on living like a king, disregarding shiny things
Avant-garde I'd rather trade some Audemars for thrifted rings
I'm just a kid with some character, not tryna change america
But it'd be dope if I could give these weaklings some hysteria
For being young gifted and myself, it does help
To do you for who appreciates it, gives you mental wealth
Cause you don't gotta sell yourself, I never dug industry hoes
Or let it become any source of my woes cause know
[Hook]
( Dom McLennon )
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