[Verse 1]

When the simulation crashes

It's unlikely he'll have ever made a classic

Failed to target the masses or any demographic

He made only what he wanted to to, and that's it

I've had this principle guiding my rap practice

Since right around the time SoundCloud eclipsed Datpiff

That it would be tragic if I started rapping

For anybody other than the one that I inhabit

Imagine me making a track I don't dig

Imagine not wanting to bump your own shit

Imagine spending even a single second of life

Making art without your heart in it. It isn't right

Well, the only exception is if you need the bread bad;

Any other reason might be tied for dead last

And I gotta say there's many better ways to get cash

Everybody and their mother seems to rap nowadays, it's wack

[Verse 2]

Anywho, try not to experience too many moods

At the shows I rap at you tend to find many dudes

No chicks, no shit, have you heard it?

I moved by the park I might have to start birding

I've been flirting with unburdening my person

Merging with immersive 3D worlds will not be worth it

I used to get nervous, thinking I don't have a purpose

Now I pause and take a couple deep breaths when the nerves surface

[Verse 3]

I glide by, paper plane

Move at my patient pace

Chomping on ancient grains

See me and they complain

My my, they're so lame

So into placing blame

They're running basic plays

Hit 3, Mike Breen go, "BANG!"

Oh man, that's him

6'2", barely touch rim

No six-pack won't see no gym

Still get by with a handsome grin

Insole for the arches

Made this in my apartment

Hit the eagle on the par 6

My pen where the bars is on the parchment