Zeroh
FKIT
I am not your brother. I will not pretend
Though we are kin to one another, brother you are not my friend
Love a contradiction, said with a conviction so convincing
You re-listen just to check if you was missing something
But you're young and your hearing's on the up and up
For now, I just like when motherfuckers raise they eyebrows
Then drop like "bink, bank, bop,"
That's how n***as used to describe when dudes got molliwopped
Yeah, I'm so whatever so fuck your clever steps
Steps one would think whack raps to make a n***a feel hoodwinked
But, via the power of cadence, you could rhyme whatever
Shit that comes to mind in four-four arrangement, like:
"My lame, I'm lame, don't you like my lame-game?"
Dumbstruck and strange asking seniors for some change, dang
Public transportation was a doozy
Now if we could fast-forward to the best part of my movie
I see light, I see cosmic popularity
Oceans of fat 'fros at my shows in low clarity
Cause my fantasy wife keep blowing O-rings to marry me live
I propose we take to the skies
Then settle down between clouds 9 and 5
Fuck this plane too many fears my peers living in vein, yo
Ain't no way to play gone astray I put that on Plato's Poetics
[Wait, wait, wait... it was, um, not Plato
It was Aristotle who wrote The Poetics
My fault don't mean to misinform alright let's get to it]
Spit anesthetics, sew the wound no hospital no medics
I'm prophetic: erase/edit I'm pathetic
Trying to draw my bloodline back to kinetic blacks rapping
Tapping Erykah's shoulders looking for thumbs up
I'm Megatron, alien scum weight in a megaton
Caution thoth Egyptian pantheon, and you can't unlearn
The synchronistic knowledge that your man be on
Number patt's sacred tats and hand signs
Sonic evolutions stop you in your tracks like a land mine
You a damn lie, Zeroh, well I wish I was a box of chocolates
But, you know, stupid is as stupid does
I'm super lucid my aloofness not because of drugs
The world's a fucking zoo a ship a school a Persian rug
And swept under with the money blood we're the fucking bugs
Who can't stop fucking cause a hug will not suffice for love
I only want to make a baby if I'm rich enough to facilitate a stable
Living for my seventh son, and my fourth daughter
That's if I find the one vessel I could wrestle with intellectually
Sex you up. Fun would be the best way to describe us
You'd be logic, while I just frolic through the pocket fuzz
Being the change: nickel-diming. A lane of my own
Liberate your diamond mine and move on home
No need to pack your bags just be true
Get the stuff with the Flow-Go God, every second is new
Broad horizons await us, ignore the label majors
Make a mill' up out your trunk proclaim yourself
As the greatest piece of the puzzle and giver
Remember to always under-promise and over-deliver
That's how my scripture satisfies likes a Snickers
Picking locks, talking like ticks on a mission clock
Just be mindful of the gifts you got