[Verse 1]

I'm a lyrical imperialist

And rank six wordsmith

I'm spewing straight balderdash

And makin' scholars' minds crash

My syllables per second are a bit on the acidic

My mouth'll cause tension

So I'll need some knit mittens

My conjugated words are burned n' turned from Oxford

I'm enunciating so quick that they're coming out mock-words

I'm smooth as butter and I'm hypnotized

I'll flutter 'til I stutter n' mutter and then I'll realize

[Verse 2]

I'll sit on the edge of the sea-side harbor

Harboring within much of what I'd like to desire

I'll hover over the others and see once for myself what

Bubbly slumpy fеatures I'll inhabit once I'm up therе

And after a mainstream hurricane sweeps the charts

I'll be the generator of words when the light hits dark

I'll power those slow poke blokes' minds afloat

And become the paragon of consuming cereal oats

[Verse 3]

Twisting off the lid of my mind would be lethal

You'd be scooping up bugs and bolts with a table ladle

It's fatal, for a sneak leak is bout to be certain

Like carbon monoxide

Snuff it out with a curtain

Now my brain's all garbled

It's lost all its marbles

To say that it's fine is a real thinking emoji

'Cause at this point

Decisions of my own volition are truly below me

(If this is low quality, then... my life is Minecraft)

[Pre-Chorus]

I'm a cyclish-monotonous dream-fillled kid

Who's locked himself shut with a twist-off lid

And has let time click on by on an analog clock

'Til I overload on memory and shock the lock

[Chorus]

So I

Will zap through the lines

And I will try

To peek at my mind

[Pre-Chorus]

I'm a cyclish-monotonous kid with a dream

Who'll spend his days locked in a shower routine

And has let time click on by on an analog clock

'Til I overload on memory and shock the lock

[Chorus]

So I

Will zap through the lines

And I will try

To peek at my mind