You never seen a man so calm in your life

They afraid of this might

And I got the type of mind to grind into that white light

I rock the mic inside the china shop and spit that bull shit, this ain't no bullshit

It's eating past after the stomach full shit

No eating ass, no groceries, I ate at restaurants

They serve me well since I'm a baby of the Kant renaissance

You may recall my marvelous reconnaissance

I never forget, like elephants on 4chan

Remember I'm a poor man, but got a fucking kingdom up in here

Where the beer flows like memes, seeded without a peer

See I had it up to here, all these doubters in my ear

Tryna tell me I don't have the whole world up on my spear (what you do?)

I Van Gogh 'em, pretend I don't know 'em

Too busy showboatin' to roast 'em, the flames floatin'

No jokes, see my quotes remain potent

Even in the casket, I'll be one to close it

I'm a poet and I know it, see I could do some good

But these demons in my ear make me feel misunderstood

Lord knows, my intentions are hood

And I rub it in a little bit more than I should

But what would you do if you were great and you knew it?

I put up a page, I get in my range

I open up a vein and let a river run through it

You call it music

(that's close enough)