Originally written for a class at Brown University, the song was never considered complete during that grading period, yet the class was passed.
lyrics
It's Monday May 2nd, and I want to make a song
And we know that I'ma wreck it, but we do mean I'll do it wrong?
See every single record is full of inflections, some of them a pause...
I'm playing with clauses, and they don't want to hear it, and I wish I had a cause
All my pain feels fake 'cause my life is so great and I could never know the truth
Or at least that's what they say, but I really think it's relative, how about you?
You should analyze his motives locate citations and cross check facts
They reply "I didn't catch that line" and then they ask "why rap?"
Little girls think I'm good at, and all the politicians and news reporters are crap
Plus I like to joke around, I think it's good to laugh, I'm a jester full of facts
See I'm going slow right now, but in my head my brain is sparking fast
The truth of the matter is the world is an act and I want to join the cast
So I put it on blast in a mutherfucking
Rap drumline like a smack to the back
And the "F U C K" is making sure you hear Jack
Catching flack for the swears, but it makes 'em play the track
And I tell 'em 'bout coke instead of lying 'bout crack
Try to keep em off that. I rap to teach and learn
Drug trial and error, I crash and I burn
It's not for the chrome or the cash that I yearn
There's money all around me, the love is what I've earned
I only own my soul, because I can't explain it
I use and abuse and amuse and amaze it
You don't know Jack [ask me what my name is]
I don't think that I can save the world 'til I'm famous
The aim of my game is Uranus
Out of this planet, hopes higher than a plane is
Rock it like granite, or rocket like a space ship
Roll it like MDMA to your face bitch
High dosage, making sure the flows sick
Making sure the rhymes and the punchlines are noticed
Character voices – oops I mean *voices
Cause you shouldn't be listening if you ain't enjoying this
But I think the point of this, scratching an annoying itch
Itch to make music, but I feel I'm the void of it
Every song I make, usually I hate
So why care that it rhymes great, if I'm bored of it
I'm just a vocal ornament, every rhyme regretted
I run around these tracks, still I'm not athletic
I bet I'll hate the way I say this line once I've said it
And prolly won't finish it even though it's for credit
This is hip hop hybrid art
The performance ends when the rhyming starts
When the rhyming ends, I perform again
Is it lines of coke, or just lines of pen?
This hip hop hybrid art
The performance is hidden in the rhyming parts
When the rhymings starts, I perform once more
Do I love the music, or endure the chore?
This hip hop hybrid art
The performance is live online press start
I'm alive when it starts, and I die if I crash
And even college credit it eventually will pass
This is hip hop hybrid art
And you should rip these rhymes apart
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