I got class, wait, I'm headin' to Biology
Runnin' shit, Tracy Jordan calls me Jack Donaghy
You're not as hot as me, don't believe me? You wanna see?
You're drinkin' vodka at a party, me? I'm drinkin' boston tea
Fuckin' lowlifes have the nerve to call me applefag?
They shut the fuck up real quick when I smacked em with my Snapple cap
Dragged him back into math class where I snapped his back
Like Bane did to Batman, ravishing, it's a Brad attack
And these kids like "Oh I wanna know how to go big!"
Well start makin' dope shit and put it on your homepage
And you'll get noticed like Frodo did with his gold ring
But if you're gonna do it, please rap, don't sing
Cause I'm tired of all these snapback generic fools
Claimin' that they're all that, but they never heard MF Doom?
Like what do you do? Pregame and drink booze?
Privileged-ass frat kids just being loud, it ain't cool
Keep bumpin' Drake but that shit gives me stomach aches
Listen close, cause my shit goes deeper than a hundred lakes
Real recognize real, and so we shun the fakes
If you don't have no vocab, don't even try to instigate
I'm sorry, I don't want to take your fun away
But I was dealt a shitty hand and only have one card to play
It's hard to say if I'll ever escape or get a break
But it's ok, cause rap is therapy and I got bars for days
I'm just sayin' I'm probably not who you think I am
Just because I rap doesn't mean I don't have bigger plans
Introverted as fuck out in the desert sand
Don't put me on a pedestal, just put me where the winners stand
I'm not finished yet, so wait before you sign that check
Compare me with your favorite MC, who's rhymin' best?
Trees fall from my deep thought, so listen very
Close, cause battlin' me is like punchin' at a dictionary
No fiction, this is covered-in-blood Carrie scary
Be fairly wary when Bradstam is just standing, staring
I got mad skill, believe me or go get a handy
From Edward Scissorhands in the back of an abandoned building
I haven't made it, and I still got all these people hatin'
Like what's shakin? Are you mad because I'm almost famous?
Jealous maybe? or just insecure about you?
Cause it takes a lot of balls to bear my soul to all of YouTube
Oh you're a hacker cause your friend's in Facebook and you posted on it?
Well, I'm Guy Fawkes from Anonymous
Overthrowin' governments in the Gaza Strip
All while I'm watchin' clips of some naughty shit
I awake from a coma and stumble to the nurse's station
Screamin' for medication like I'm a herpes patient
Chewin' Ambien and chewin' through my straight jacket
And now they're sayin' I'm crazy on my insurance statement?
I'm doin backflips off the map while you sit and look
Even people who hate me say that I'm pretty good
It seems with music that at least I got a backup plan
Cause I'm the one puttin' traffic cones on your mattress pad
Like Dan Mettler, goin' hard as ever
Hank, Greg and Dan, we're like birds of a feather
Shouts out to AK, subscribe to my network
I'm still crazy as fuck, I don't think those fucking meds work
You complain about insomnia, I'm up for days
I eat hate crimes for dinner with a side of rage
But if you know Brad, you know I'm not that mad
I'm not a bad guy in real life, goodbye
Runnin' shit, Tracy Jordan calls me Jack Donaghy
You're not as hot as me, don't believe me? You wanna see?
You're drinkin' vodka at a party, me? I'm drinkin' boston tea
Fuckin' lowlifes have the nerve to call me applefag?
They shut the fuck up real quick when I smacked em with my Snapple cap
Dragged him back into math class where I snapped his back
Like Bane did to Batman, ravishing, it's a Brad attack
And these kids like "Oh I wanna know how to go big!"
Well start makin' dope shit and put it on your homepage
And you'll get noticed like Frodo did with his gold ring
But if you're gonna do it, please rap, don't sing
Cause I'm tired of all these snapback generic fools
Claimin' that they're all that, but they never heard MF Doom?
Like what do you do? Pregame and drink booze?
Privileged-ass frat kids just being loud, it ain't cool
Keep bumpin' Drake but that shit gives me stomach aches
Listen close, cause my shit goes deeper than a hundred lakes
Real recognize real, and so we shun the fakes
If you don't have no vocab, don't even try to instigate
I'm sorry, I don't want to take your fun away
But I was dealt a shitty hand and only have one card to play
It's hard to say if I'll ever escape or get a break
But it's ok, cause rap is therapy and I got bars for days
I'm just sayin' I'm probably not who you think I am
Just because I rap doesn't mean I don't have bigger plans
Introverted as fuck out in the desert sand
Don't put me on a pedestal, just put me where the winners stand
I'm not finished yet, so wait before you sign that check
Compare me with your favorite MC, who's rhymin' best?
Trees fall from my deep thought, so listen very
Close, cause battlin' me is like punchin' at a dictionary
No fiction, this is covered-in-blood Carrie scary
Be fairly wary when Bradstam is just standing, staring
I got mad skill, believe me or go get a handy
From Edward Scissorhands in the back of an abandoned building
I haven't made it, and I still got all these people hatin'
Like what's shakin? Are you mad because I'm almost famous?
Jealous maybe? or just insecure about you?
Cause it takes a lot of balls to bear my soul to all of YouTube
Oh you're a hacker cause your friend's in Facebook and you posted on it?
Well, I'm Guy Fawkes from Anonymous
Overthrowin' governments in the Gaza Strip
All while I'm watchin' clips of some naughty shit
I awake from a coma and stumble to the nurse's station
Screamin' for medication like I'm a herpes patient
Chewin' Ambien and chewin' through my straight jacket
And now they're sayin' I'm crazy on my insurance statement?
I'm doin backflips off the map while you sit and look
Even people who hate me say that I'm pretty good
It seems with music that at least I got a backup plan
Cause I'm the one puttin' traffic cones on your mattress pad
Like Dan Mettler, goin' hard as ever
Hank, Greg and Dan, we're like birds of a feather
Shouts out to AK, subscribe to my network
I'm still crazy as fuck, I don't think those fucking meds work
You complain about insomnia, I'm up for days
I eat hate crimes for dinner with a side of rage
But if you know Brad, you know I'm not that mad
I'm not a bad guy in real life, goodbye
( Bradstam )
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