Take it Forward - Intellectual

The discussion, they've been thinking it for years

A concussion, still ringing in my ears

I was talking one night, by a casual chance

When someone asked so polite to explain what I am

Requested to clarify, staring eyes scared of mine

Thinking that my paradise would leave his business paralyzed

There am I, terrified his regard

Yes, I am a hacker, even says it on my card

Harbinger of chaos that would topple a monopoly

Cookie cutter character with all the common properties

The real question: Did I fit inside the mold

How much did it cost for my soul when it was sold

A hacker is a concept; a metaphor engineer

With good and evil content for left and right hemispheres

Black and white for a sub-committee panel

Of course, you report Dual Core is dual channel

My stereotype, do you really know who I am

My stereotype, do I really show what I can

My stereotype, your head is buried low in the sand

And do I really have to flow to show you folks who I am

Another conversation, they've been thinking it for years

The overtones of which are still ringing in my ears

I was talking one night, by a casual chance

When someone asked so polite to explain what I am

Is crime just a game, rush and mame, crush and slay

When life comes to play, run away, shun the blame

Some would say, something may not be right

Yes I am a gamer, and I play it every night

The signature of crazy, do I scream and shout in my house

Immature and lazy, do I hide behind a cop-out

The real question was: Is it this that I do best

Are there any of us different, or are we just like all the rest

A gamer is a shapeshifter driving from the backseat

With hand-eye coordination better than an athlete

Button presser which you control also

Of course you report Dual Core is in the console

My stereotype, do you really know who I am

My stereotype, do I really show what I can

My stereotype, your head is buried low in the sand

And do I really have to flow to show you folks who I am

How can I change your mind?

You better think quick 'cause we're running out of time

This one's an argument, been thinking it for years

Anxiety from which is still ringing in my ears

I was talking one night, by a casual chance

When someone asked so polite to explain what I am

The question is operative, cogniscent or positive

With words being talkative or weapons for demoloshing

Often since confidence is head strong

Yes, I am a rapper, even says it on my songs

The vision of a failure, a fool as it would seem

Who would bet a whole career on a future built of dreams

The real question: Is my grammar always mangled

Do I end with prepositions, do my participles dangle

A rapper is a person represented by a mouth

And judged by the concepts and words they talk about

Grab a mic making something out of nothing

And if you don't like the sound then just hit the skip button

My stereotype, do you really know who I am

My stereotype, do I really show what I can

My stereotype, your head is buried low in the sand

And do I really have to flow to show you folks who I am

How can I change your mind?

You better think quick 'cause we're running out of time