[Verse 1: Clout]

If y’all are T-Swizzle, I can be J.T. Swift

Eminent poet bringing sexy back like J. T., bitch

Northern lights, Christmas Kush, and morning lights

Put me to sleep -Lucifer- I was born from night:

Born to might, born to write., born in a flight

To the top of the top. I am the cream o’-the crop

And the harvest smells deliciously malicious

I am a problem you can’t solve with petitions

Ignition, I am the catalyst of the occupation

(a generation plagued by past dissertations)

“Aren’t we all making profit? Things I sell, don’t you go cop it?”

Spill in the Dow- janitor, teach these idiots to mop it

Polluting the airwaves, sight still scares me, revolution-

Aries simultaneously streaming to Blackberries

Horoscopes can’t gauge the horror of my scope

And can’t match the wisdom of the Homer of my Pope

Shit got real, or is it a ‘still-as-fake-as-ever’ deal?

Look at me, I’ve never seen music played on MTV!

The Hills and The City selling dreams to vulnerable teens:

“You’re pretty, and would make a fabulous fashionista,”

On top of your 5 shifts at Starbucks as a barista…

“But at-least-chyea 8 dollar caramel mocha’s free.”

Fuck that, demand a cup of tea brewed with coca leaves

You’re selling your life away anyways, might as well go the full way

Plus it’ll help you lose weight, and make you cool like Kurt Cobain

Bullet in the head, and, one in our hearts

We’re dying -Tragically too- and hip hop’s not art?

LOL, fluidity reminiscent of Wonton Soup

Sounds more handicapped like a Joe Swanson Snoop

Dogg, but I’m not a skeptic, I try to be optimistic

Heads up evangelicals, please try to be realistic

Tyranny o’erthrown by the hand of man;

Guy’s face covers man’s mask in my master plan

But we ain’t blowing up shit, ‘specially the mainstream charts

Listening to the radio is like buying all your shit at Wal-Mart

Redistribute the wealth at least go to a Target

This ain’t slang mane, I heard the beast calls it argot

But I can't stand all this babbling about Babylon

I’ve got the throne, y’all just another Absalom

Spasmodically Biblical, catastrophically cyclical

Moderately individual, a modernity of visuals…

Jesus rebuked heresy, but now his followers are Pharisees

We must find parity between prosperity and charity

Sincerity is the only way to the rarity of clarity

Sardonically and ironically, that’s sonic me

20 drinks deep, and I don’t even like gin and tonics, B

And there’s no stopping me as long as some one drops the beat

I’ll be there, I swear, Sampson with a full head of hair

Like Shad says: “fakes keep fronting but I just don’t care.”