Y U Gotta B so Sensitive 2 My Aura

Intro: Hey J Dub What could you possibly do to top this? This is some of the cray-cray shit That's ever been dropped on wax. You know exactly what you're doing Everyone who came before you Should just bow the fuck down. *Hook* Why you gotta be so sensitive to my aura? J Dub: We straight out of Beverly Hills With this one right now, let's represent, oh. One of the toughest questions to be wrestled On this earth, man Is how not to upset the precious auras on these girls, man Do me disservice, makin me feel I'm worthless Inversely clearly they be, hella, hella hella hella nervous They must think I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo But how many dorky Thom Yorke-y guys up in here tho Too many, if you ask me they should disappear, yo Or at least cease their post-post modern fear, yo Yes, I be the essence of the verbally blessed Your quintessential adolescent experience like Herman Hesse Best rapper alive? hmm well I digress I don't rest. I search the earth to find my tigress This is the next Beck's loser, Uber ales, Cali's where I rest It's feelin great to get this off of my chest, Which is hairy, I'm very much a wizard I'm cooler than a truck of Choco Taco's in a blizzard So many thoughts of suicide, But it's my gift to give you This bonus track So pass the Patronus Cuz I'm the boy who lived *Hook* Why you gotta be so sensitive to my aura? Perfect Storm, Perfect Storm That's the how I enter the game with perfect form, yo My roots is indie and I'm jonesin' for that real shit Like some old school Germs or Kim Deal shit Or even some Why Are We Building Such A Big Ship? It's like all the true artists got the pink slip Shot from the booth like Lincoln, Don't think that I don't know what you're thinkin! Ok, a hippie dippy kid steppin into rap, sure. He's just a smidge better than Blondie's rapture But since we are afraid of the coming rapture Let's buy all his albums and see him on tour. Yeah, I'll thrash you out and then I'll let your wounds fester Grade A, but outcast, treat me like Hester Prynne I'm in it to win it to your chagrin I won't do myself in Cuz I'm an Infinite Jester Ugh, but I ain't read that book, Maybe one day I will come up with a thousand page hook Look, I be the captain, if you ask why I come in through your bedroom window, Teach you how to be fly I got the pixie dust that she be asking for I don't need to use a muthafuckin Ru-Fi-Oh! *Hook* Why you gotta be so sensitive to my aura?