[Verse 1]

Everyday of my life gets progressively realer

Wake up on another stranger's couch, put in real work

Pay me enough for my next meal and a blunt

And I'll rap my ass off till the club closes up (check 1)

Last time some people ain't notice

Critics snubbed their noses, know this

I never play just the tip

Up in this balls deep

All the way in hip hop

Check me if you wanna

Wet Orange on the corner smokin' marijuana

Remind the motherfucker why I started listenin' in the first place

Breaks and wordplay

But they don't know their ass from a hole in the underground

Or indie labels give cats the runaround

Other MCs go platinum in a week

Timeless does not mean a popular single, we (mic check 2)

Kill all that whack shit

You either ante up or cash-in

Check 3, they fine with absurdity

The last two years took their toll on me

But besides that I feel electric

Render me MC Ren meets Quest

It goes rappers for breakfast

MCs for lunch

Dinner reserved for any DJ that spins crunkstep

Fuck a punk cause I ain't him

A lot of my contemporaries ain't shit

So I come at 'em with a passion rarely seen last hip hop went fashion

If you hear me you act like it

Dead broke with my dignity and that's priceless

Or so the saying goes, turn my phone off and stay home

Demonstrating soul

[Interlude]

I keep writing

And writing (x13)

[Verse 2]

When the beat knock it feel like a jetpack

Knowin' full and well with each stroke of the pen that

Every word could potentially reach thousands of listeners

They never been to church

Sinners, all of 'em suspect

They can't hold a steady job so they're "Fuck rent"

Dirty jurors like my drug tests

If you ain't scurred move up front then, while I

Proceed to move the crowd

Lotta' people leanin' on me and I wanna' do 'em proud

And I gotta' lot on my plate besides that

Where's your grind at?

Cats act like they're [?] as a unicorn

Go from lukewarm to scourged

Any day, stage, age range, or place

And it would be presumptuous to say I expect any more outta' this than butter scripts

I'll never be financially stable and I can live with my head a million places at once

So long as the bass lines up

And have the party jumpin' like Bloods getting jumped in

Get your skull crushed over something as insignificant as metaphors and synonyms

We're probably spitting "That's my dog like Rin Tin Tin"

Go keep another career

Or selling your soul to have mass appeal

It's too shout out for the masses to feel

I don't keep it if it's not real

Cause I am who I am, ain't who I ain't

Poison to young minds like lead paint

In displaced anger, another straight banger

Courtesy of ideas that keep getting stranger