A.I. movement motherfucker

Check it out

If you projecting that thug image and talk guns

With hits depicting these young women in hot tubs

Might feel that shit if you done lived it all son

My pen is driven by drug bitches and lost love

I rip my heart out just to take this to the outer limits

Beyond these snake rappers drowning in a thousand gimmicks

Styles and images manufactured and counterfeited

Fuck that jiggy shit I'll hit the record shop at Value Village

Mop a floor and flip a pizza just to pay my rent

I hone my craft so when I'm speaking that's the main event

If you ain't touching on what's real then you can save ya' breath

I pour my pain over these beats, that's how I gain respect

I'd rather die broke than blindfolded, eyes as wide open

High quotient of true intelligent life-form

That's why they feeling my rhymes for, I'm a live source

Here to keep it locked like a knife drawer in a psych ward

You tell me you did this, tell me you did that

Why what a fucking surprise

But you didn't really do it I listen to your music, and I hear nothing but lies

There's no real truth, and I can't feel you, that's why I'm numb to you guys

No one's forcing you to do it, being fake is a choice

"They talk a good one in the booth but got no pain in they voice, for real"

Seems I'm painted by my own love

Got a collection of portraits I finger painted with my own blood

I don't care if you feeling hatred or you show love

'Cause everything that I spill is sacred and I won't budge

Stay pure to myself, 'cause all that braggadocious rap is atrocious and it's corny as well

You see, it's hard for me to speak of glorious tales, when every breath could be classified as a story from hell

A fire burns deep with every tick of my pulse

As I inhale the fumes and then spit it in smoke

Try to avoid a nuisance at the end of the road

That's why I use this shit 'cause music is still fixing my broke

And if you, hate on my ways, then take it in vain

'Cause shit I change in the day, you see an atheist pray

What you talk is not real, but I'm Johnny Knoxville 'cause I, made me a name by displaying my pain

You tell me you did this, tell me you did that

Why what a fucking surprise

But you didn't really do it I listen to your music, and I hear nothing but lies

There's no real truth, and I can't feel you, that's why I'm numb to you guys

No one's forcing you to do it, being fake is a choice

"They talk a good one in the booth but got no pain in they voice, for real"

"They talk a good one in the booth but got no pain in they voice, for real"