Once again kid static with the spirit to show

Spherical prose, returning to mic like boomerang throws

Twist your mouth like curls that the hasidics know

Chemist trimming your nose hairs back with acidic flows

Sick with it so, i continue to go

Brag to anyone who listens even if their interest is invisible

Sending a note out on airwaves, just using my throat

Man that doesnt sound good but that's my story so

I'm sticking to it, but man who the hell am i kidding

Rapping about rapping is like braggin about pissing

I can do this shit well but say you can go to hell

If you think i give a damn, whether or not you listen

And the three fans i probably had just jumped ship

Cause i inflicted insults on my demographic

Which consisted of my moms, and my girlfriend

Who doesn't exist, but don't nobody have to know it

Beats, rhymes, spit lines

It's what my life is, and that's fine

Dork of course, but really, don't mind

Thrift store clothes, still manage to outshine

With a wink a smile, i overpower your senses

One in a million, still doing it for the children

A positive influence, i think we should give him

A plaque, just for being so, so....

Kid static, k to the i d, s-t-a-t-i-c

Come to the computer lab, that's where you find me

Kid static is the name, if you need some ID

6'4" frame, mad game, this man is frightning

Kid static, k to the i d, s-t-a-t-i-c

Come to second city, cause that's where you find me

Along with multiple women with fat heinies

Pardon my condition, got a one track mind see

Feeling a little slow today, not in the literal sense

But more of a physical, spent type of critical thinking

Examining me and feeling that tiny little bit shrinking

Away from the day to day dealings but thats okay

I just go to the lab and sweat those thoughts away

On a BOOM BAP kick, your man static

Self medicates with this music thing every day

Its better than any chemical you could ever create

Even taking a syringe, drilling it deep in your veins

Then injecting pure ecstasy, heroine, freebasing

Coke, meth speed, mainlining thc

Can't come close to beating what this music thing does for me

But i'll try anything twice, if you're offering

Softening bones with alcohol, getting tossed again

Headache on waking up, please hand me aspirin

I'll take it with some jack, oh damn im trashed again, what's happening?

Am i joking? i probably am, it's not likely

Sorry i just emptied my stomach on your nikes

It's not too unsightly , if you want my opinion

It kinda complements the color scheme quite nicely

Kid static, k to the i d, s-t-a-t-i-c

Come to the dark side that's where you find me

I'm addicted to making these beats grimy

Watch your back, my legitamacy is climbing

Kid static, k to the i d, s-t-a-t-i-c

Anyone who knows the truth, knows where to find me

On the, right side of the line, i combine the

Knowledge of spike lee with the distraction of shiny

Controlling thought to the extent your energy's spent

By the time you find i make any sense

Ain't no defense for me, but you somehow seem convinced

That you can hide from my glare, but my stare is intense

I drip venom and spit flames

Keep time by beat rock, better than any grandfather clock

Ripped denim and thin frame, cut a path by swinging fast

Except my pendulum drips stains

Quick gains, i'm coming up in leaps and bounds

Sinking down, the pressures really peaking now

Give a heathen shout, now i'm ready for my beating

Unsteady with my breathing cause i'm freakin out

Be devout, and i am so passionate

I'm opposites, peacemaker, but i'm talkin shit

Nice guy and scumbag, balancins so bad

Like a sinner trapped in the body of a catholic

K to the i d, s-t-a-t-i-c

Come to the battle field that's where you find me

Get shot nine times but i'm fine see

Blood loss doesn't bother me, cause i know how to rhyme g