It goes one through the larynx, two from the heart

Three for my parents even though they split apart

I still love ‘em while I’m lovin’ every friend that I got

And I really love rap so I figured “why not?”

Look

You are looking at a six foot Japanese rappin’ easygoing kid who happens to look bad in beanies

Rap complex over simple beats, I spit as raw as the fish that my people eat

Madman and upstanding civilian, not the best rapper alive, but I’m in the top seven billion

It’s lights out, Super Bowl 47 in the house, Surge like the gym leader in Vermillion

Take a weed whacker to Wiz Khalifa’s stash, make him mad

Crack that Krispy Kreme rapper in half, and call that Breaking Bad

Rappers want brand new cars like Maybachs

But they ain’t got the will (wheel) to host the fortune y'all, none of ‘em say jack (Sajak)

Ungh. I’m in the cut like peroxide

I didn’t vote for Mitt; I’m on Barack’s side

Yup, I’m gettin’ a bit of the moment of fame, comin’ up strong in the game, my flow is "juuust right," Goldilocks, I’d

Never really brag, I’m not that vain or sick at all I’m just

Tryna understand myself like the brain of a psychologist

I’m crazy like the colonists who take entire continents

Enslave a population but later give them compliments

I’ll switch the beat up, with a rugged rhyme, like new stars

And now I’m bout ta speed up and go double time for a few bars

‘Cause I’m bending a bit back and I’m better than bastards

Who’ve never been attacked by a veteran rapper

I never would come wack; I’m the cleverest actor

On a track, and I’m a bachelor who’s gonna get his Master’s

Some day. It’s a grand image

Like Harry Potter, playin’ Quidditch

Runnin’ the race and I can win it

You’re sitting and frowning and I stand grinnin’

I spit sincerely

And my money’s low ordinarily

So am I gonna make it? Barely

The only bread that I’m stackin’ is Sara Lee

Why’s that Japanese white kid rappin’ though??

Next time you seem him on his bike, kidnap him yo

I wish he’d vanish into thin air, Colorado

This kid can’t kick it, Maldonado

Shout-outs to my Oregonian brethren

I grew up in Eugene where we never trust a weather man

To be honest, I’m just tryna sound clever, man

Dishonest Mufasa cats lyin’ (lion) but I never am

Forever jams flowing at my brain’s thinking pace

And I’ll use a semicolon outside of a winky-face

Nonsensical rappers out there, I know you seen ‘em

They’ll take a syllable that sounds kinda like another one and talk fast in the space in between ‘em

But they ain’t sayin’ much

Then again, neither am I

You gotta boast when you’re rappin’, but I’m a humble guy

But if you happen to be thinkin’ that what I spit’s great

I appreciate that you’re listening to my mixtape