Rattle

He was blazing a trail Out on his own Raising the sail Grazing on kale Racing up a mountain To get some air Displacement to avail Disgrace me to my tail They'll praise you to your face Then behind your back Pray you fail Tell me I ain't it Crucify, blame and shame him Judge me You don't know me, chill You'll be eating your words When I'm on the top lonely That's how it goes They hold ya then they flip They'll never respect ya Till you're big She'll only love ya When you're rich They'll go to the club stiff Not dance and pose for pics Wasting my time Will get you snipped I'm running with scissors I wish you all would just zip it Earn your stripes 'Fore you dish it Bred different Got one foot in the old school And one in the age Of the internet Generation in between Let's take it back Before everyone went bitch Remember backyard football When we would actually hit? Nights of video games And ding dong ditch When no one would dare snitch We were a bunch of pricks Misfits sick as shit Amateur jiujitsu Parents pissed At the blood on the carpet Aw shit Beer ball at the parties Mohawk to piss 'em of worse Than the Christians would be If I did some witch shit In the church on the alter I get real close Then become more bonkers Every bond's a curse My bandwidth spans From highly advanced To so god damn immature Yeah Put a mother fucking hand up If you're down with us All out, all in, chips fall I was never bluffing Looks like I'm removing the front And going back to my old self For a moment Just to reintegrate A couple behaviors You thought I lost it? Hater Getting lazy's hard to imagine Playing passive Only got me my ass kicked We got more bars in the bag Than trick-or-treat And more beats Than a heart attack Buddhist views But could chew through you Like Bugs Bunny Gnawing a carrot Too cuckoo To stand with the average Time to shatter All potential comparisons And there could never Be a stand-in And I ain't listening to shit I'm on my own dick And I kiss my own ass Intention and patience With an ambition to bounce It honestly feels Like I'm a pool dolo Splashing around I have never tried to be cool So why would I start now? It's something in the rhythm That gets 'em Might I be so brash to mention? Make room For Da Staff in your collection Recollection Finna have you spitting Earworms every couple seconds Yes sir F*ck a hook in this bitch I just said some shit To get it started Might've displayed a pathetic Arsenal demonstration But I ain't in this For weapon raising This was meant for elevation And I'm keeping the intention Pardon Beakin leaking venom Let it breathe And feed your energy For the better In your spiritual endeavors There's no god It's just a thing To describe synchronicities And connection I bit the kabob Ba-da-ba-ba-ba-da I grew up beat-boxing So f*ck English Corrupt linguist System's nemesis Interrupted sentences Coming to get it I'm gonna need a couple beats Just like this