Being funny only gets you half way
Cause she said me and her didn't really translate
Dropped my game like Rosetta ain't have my language
Well, no shit son I'm from another planet
Cudi's lunar landin, weezy's a martian
My bars is plutonian, KiDD FloyD the lonely one
On the outer rim, I'm watchin' the hours shift
Writin' these rhymes until your world is outta ink
Then I move on to the next, whatever fuels my bic
The pen fuckin the page, the romance of the ages
Shaking my spear, I guess I'm still on my Jonson
But nobody really gives a fuck about poets
My story is still unsung, but I don't sing
I don't rap either. I'm just speakin in the metre
While you niggas stay meager, spits leave you submarinin'
Truth, or hyberpole, the kid is only seventeen
Workin on his technique so whatever you believe
Isn't really concerning me
Something like a fat guy wearing skinny jeans
Wearing them fake guccis, the hubbles
Is real nerdy but they help him see sounds
The magic is all around, nigga potter
Parsel tongue is the wand
Giving hitachi a run for their money
But the girls are running from me
Now that's funny
That's my life, that's my life
Still looking for the guide
But fate is making me blind
Dimmin down the light but I'm still bright
Even though the grip on the mic ain't that tight
And the tongue's known to trip, KiDD Freudian slips
The plot soup then thickens, jimminy crickets
This nigga ain't even worth a single shit that I'm giving
I can't understand a single word in his lyrics
I'm never dumbing it down, I'll stick with that Lupe sound
KiDD Fiasco, oh how fitting
One day, I'm gonna be flipping them scripts
Like the hero took tips from the villain and now he's
Saving them damsels before snatching they purses
With the perfection of a first time rehearsal
Cause she said me and her didn't really translate
Dropped my game like Rosetta ain't have my language
Well, no shit son I'm from another planet
Cudi's lunar landin, weezy's a martian
My bars is plutonian, KiDD FloyD the lonely one
On the outer rim, I'm watchin' the hours shift
Writin' these rhymes until your world is outta ink
Then I move on to the next, whatever fuels my bic
The pen fuckin the page, the romance of the ages
Shaking my spear, I guess I'm still on my Jonson
But nobody really gives a fuck about poets
My story is still unsung, but I don't sing
I don't rap either. I'm just speakin in the metre
While you niggas stay meager, spits leave you submarinin'
Truth, or hyberpole, the kid is only seventeen
Workin on his technique so whatever you believe
Isn't really concerning me
Something like a fat guy wearing skinny jeans
Wearing them fake guccis, the hubbles
Is real nerdy but they help him see sounds
The magic is all around, nigga potter
Parsel tongue is the wand
Giving hitachi a run for their money
But the girls are running from me
Now that's funny
That's my life, that's my life
Still looking for the guide
But fate is making me blind
Dimmin down the light but I'm still bright
Even though the grip on the mic ain't that tight
And the tongue's known to trip, KiDD Freudian slips
The plot soup then thickens, jimminy crickets
This nigga ain't even worth a single shit that I'm giving
I can't understand a single word in his lyrics
I'm never dumbing it down, I'll stick with that Lupe sound
KiDD Fiasco, oh how fitting
One day, I'm gonna be flipping them scripts
Like the hero took tips from the villain and now he's
Saving them damsels before snatching they purses
With the perfection of a first time rehearsal
( KiDD FloyD )
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