[Intro]

Uh, it's the White Rabbit

AKA the Clinically Depressed Hipster, you know

[Verse]

You made me dismayed when you mistook my mixtape

As praise for the game, truth is it ain’t

I try to stay perpetually dank, fresher than wet paint

Made a tape that cranks, call that shit high art, please rate five stars

Hope you can handle my bars, feels like a ride through the park

But still gotta keep it wheel on the boulevard, life's a cycle from the start

To the collapse of our stars, I'm the modern bard

Who serenadеs like a syllable sensai, my soul marinadеs in whack rappers’ blood spray

I bring brutality, up in the balcony

Brothers bow to me, I vow to be a beast

All I do is go hard, don't got ED, all I do is make this beat wear a red T

I'm ready to stop stallin and start ballin, that's not hyperbolic

Take the best of both worlds an amalgamation, get salvating, set sail for salvation

Ain't no motherfuckling sheep, I'm the motherfucking GOAT

Turn the beat to the cousin of sleep, rock the boat

So optimal, don't spit monochrome, on a roll

Still got bars, tho I'm so far out, my bar count need an arsenal

Follow my chronicle, of astronomical proportions where fortune ain’t probable

It’s possible I'll be the modern Prometheus

Moral of this thesis is I’m raising the medium