[Lyric] Why Im a Brony Second Cycle (Josh Spicer)

[Verse 1]
When I first repped on this track, I was a new C
A nuisance, a new sense of fail, I was a newbie
Now I've got a better mic, walking this unplanned, in
To a new song, improvising like Aladdin
So don't be mad, it's just like it's a Sega tridge
I'm just restarting, resetting like a Genesis
Cause this froze, and Sonic slowed
And if you mad, I got fucks equal to all my chronic owned
A while back I rapped this track, so whack
But now I smile flat, cause I clapped like Swag at YAC
And as I file that, I got it trapped like snatch is fat
I got this pile, pack, that I slapped like dads with tats
Back then I was naive
Living large, I was accepted into TIWIC
But now I see I was only just a phony
This ain't pony but it sure as hell is brony, bitch

[Verse 2]
Like Jay-Z I don't need no hook, but in the books
It looks like a request, that you guys overtook
Cause the song was great but the chorus was unnecessary
Fuck samples, I got all I needed in February
When I did Crimson Climax, my bad
I thought ya'lled love it like a high class I Pad
It was so big, lots of pixels for them censors
Ya'll think I'm popping pills like pez dispensers
But I ain't high, drunk, I'm barely even sober
And I ain't stopping till this rebirth is over
Seems so petty, yet we start and stop like teen drivers
Reinventing my style to hinder to these pristine biters
Who dreams brighter but in reality they're butthurt
Like in the Show Goes On, wait that's later on, my brothers
So to retain some sense of rhythm, few seem
To grasp the music scene is politics, just like EQD
[Verse 3]
Well I guess I haven't told you why I stand on this side
I could say it's the failure, I could say it's the pride
I could very easily say I'm lost like a fuckin new bride
And while those may be true, I ain't got nothin to hide
My goals are obvious, get recognition
Other than being a mod, banning bitches
Who talk back cause they think that they're standing rich and
I just walk back cause I love to see them tanning britches
Which means that they shat their drawers like Sid Vicious
Who was a wrestler--fuck it, ya'll don't know, then get with this
And bare witness to the fitness I be starting
Or back the fuck up like Pumbaa be farting
Cause at this point you're either with me or against
You're better be standing tall, not sitting on the fence
You may climb over when I've become popular
Heh, more chance of Seth Rogen winning an Oscar

[Verse 4]
Whoa bring it back, I got 8 more bars
I didn't say it all, so I take my arms
And raise them up like I got jack in my cup
So let me restart while I'm backing it up
And for those who don't know, up next is Revolution
And how fitting, cause that's exactly what I'm doing
Fuck Tia, and fuck all the big names
I'm standing tall, so small, with no shame
End