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Looking back at the past, it’s catching up to me fast
At last, been running so long thought I’d manage to smash
Through all the barriers I’d erected when I was young and brash
When I’d lash out at society for the way that I am
Matter of fact, I made it through with my mind intact
More or less, by spitting mad flow on a rhyming track
I confess, for an atheist it’s a spiritual impact
When I stand in front of a mic and I unwrap my raps
Like a birthday gift in the middle of Christmas
Spitting rhythm so quick time is slowing down relative
When every second is a minute, and a minute in which you know
You’re living it up whether you’re ready to admit it or no
Listen up as we twist the plot more than a Deaver novel
Sharing experience and wisdom, bring you right into the zone
Flowing like a tap, stinging like a fist to the dome
Bouncing around inside your head like zombies dropping their bombs
As if you spent the entire night drinking cranberry alcohol
And woke up early in the morning to discover that you ain’t alone
Attracting the very worst crowd, which is the best crowd I’ve known
My dedication to hip hop could make a rapper out of a bogan
I’m like Kanye West – I think I’m Jesus in every song
Got you jumping around like idiots and singing along
Sorta the same as Usher – except for the fact I ain’t famous,
Ain’t rich, no bitches, can’t sing, can’t dance, I’m white and I’m lazy
The quiet king of hip hop, Rotovegas’s Jay – Z
Totally dropping random names thinking somebody will play me
Never contradict myself though – ok, maybe occasionally
Arguing with myself just to make people assume that I’m crazy
Or maybe I am, but I just can’t debate with someone else
It seems the only other smart person to talk to is myself
Fuck a downward spiral, I’m headed straight for the south
When you know which way you’re going there’s no point in going round and round
Sounds astounding, and I’m getting bigger with every day
But that ain’t nothing to do with music, I’m just putting on weight
A renegade whenever I put a pen to a page
But introverted in public where people can actually see my face

Description
Looking back at the past, it’s catching up to me fast
At last, been running so long thought I’d manage to smash
Through all the barriers I’d erected when I was young and brash
When I’d lash out at society for the way that I am
Matter of fact, I made it through with my mind intact
More or less, by spitting mad flow on a rhyming track
I confess, for an atheist it’s a spiritual impact
When I stand in front of a mic and I unwrap my raps
Like a birthday gift in the middle of Christmas
Spitting rhythm so quick time is slowing down relative
When every second is a minute, and a minute in which you know
You’re living it up whether you’re ready to admit it or no
Listen up as we twist the plot more than a Deaver novel
Sharing experience and wisdom, bring you right into the zone
Flowing like a tap, stinging like a fist to the dome
Bouncing around inside your head like zombies dropping their bombs
As if you spent the entire night drinking cranberry alcohol
And woke up early in the morning to discover that you ain’t alone
Attracting the very worst crowd, which is the best crowd I’ve known
My dedication to hip hop could make a rapper out of a bogan
I’m like Kanye West – I think I’m Jesus in every song
Got you jumping around like idiots and singing along
Sorta the same as Usher – except for the fact I ain’t famous,
Ain’t rich, no bitches, can’t sing, can’t dance, I’m white and I’m lazy
The quiet king of hip hop, Rotovegas’s Jay – Z
Totally dropping random names thinking somebody will play me
Never contradict myself though – ok, maybe occasionally
Arguing with myself just to make people assume that I’m crazy
Or maybe I am, but I just can’t debate with someone else
It seems the only other smart person to talk to is myself
Fuck a downward spiral, I’m headed straight for the south
When you know which way you’re going there’s no point in going round and round
Sounds astounding, and I’m getting bigger with every day
But that ain’t nothing to do with music, I’m just putting on weight
A renegade whenever I put a pen to a page
But introverted in public where people can actually see my face