I'm rocking

Stop with the pop 'n' locking

Shocking

I'm sure I'll get shot like Tupac Shakur!

I'm pure evil, relieved I'm only equally lethal

As I believed I'd be preceding my sequel

Jeez

Freaking heebie-jeebies creeping, keeping me perceiving

Breathing in reverse immediately think I need a nurse

It's a curse of the person I am

Returned to my personal plan

To eat a whole personal panned

Pizza!

She's a land ho, grab my piano and my canvas

Like Van Gogh, hope you know I go ham when I practice

My rancid and hazardous work is a satire

Hold you for ransom in cannabis? Damn you're a bad liar

Still, higher I rise. I'm wise to the firefight

Fight or flight, right? Wish I could find why I cry at night

I'm John and I have problems, two more than I could hobble through

Cobble wounds to stall then fall awkwardly into solitude

I constitute probable cause for colossal profit

I pop off when I talk like I'm mocking a bottle rocket

Hock a loogie, excuse me, I'm not doing too hot

Burning up like a yule log, I need a moment or two to cool off

Let me quickly brew a fresh cup of java

Continue spitting over Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata

Gotta moderate my hollering

Tolerate all the bothersome fodder

Fetter the honor of the almighty dollar

Scholars all agree, they concede that I'm something special, see?

Especially exceptional expresser of obscenities

Read with envy again, an expression of free speech

Hidden sense of effervescence never said to sever me

I referee the seven seas of my emotions, oceans away

Lazily skate home with an open bottle of Ocean Spray--

"Bro, what are you even talking about?"

I ain't got no complaints

That's why I don't debate

I pray to God, you know I ain't no saint

I'm not a saint but I do command reverence

Pay penance; it's a blessing just to be in my presence

Sentences are awful wordy, you heard me, this isn't effortless

Nemesis wound up in a gurney from my eloquence!

Evidence says I emanate big facts

I'm not selling weight but I elevate these tracks

Gotta meditate, brainiac taking no naps

No slack when I levitate, dodging your flak

No crap, my skill's packed up to another level

Gotta mention, my pension is subsidized by the Devil

I'm sensing my verbal presence, my methods will leave you guessing

Until I cut through with the sound like murder weapons

My potency's unparalleled, very well into poetry

Locally I've been known; I've been doling jiggery-pokery

Totally in the moment, I motivate all the rosaries

Get 'em up in the air 'cuz on the floor is all the hosiery!

These people all been bugging, I've got locusts on my stoop

People saying that it's bogus, that my mind has flown the coop

But you've noticed I'm a pro with no opponents, that's the scoop

So I'll do my hocus pocus and I'll pass it to the focus group

"Hey John, we finally got the focus group report

They seemed to like the simple beat

But thought the song was just too short

Your lyrics are abstract, so they're easily overlooked

And your feature was fresh as hell but you still kinda need a hook."

Look

First and foremost, I write songs for me

Won't catch me bending to the will of the simple majority

I normally abhor the poorly-formed, immoral formula for scoring

Fans from Portland, Oregon to Orlando, Florida and sure

I'm more interested in sticking with my normal flow

"Oh my God, John, you sound like such a freaking Scorpio!"

And so the story goes, I'm so opposed to staying stagnant

So let me say my piece with the preceding tonal fragment

Sit tight, I got a midnight insight

It might get a bit of wit up in your insides

Pick a silly kid to diss, it's not a roast

Fidget with the silverware, it's not a toast

Picking up a pulse, gotta bolster the both of ya'

Host to the most copious flow

Hoping to rope in the GOAT, go get a coat, soldier

I'm on a roll, go catch a cold shoulder