[Verse 1]

You're now listening to some words I'm rapping

That weren't planning on being heard in fact the

Fact that you haven't cursed or laughed at me

Deserves a clapping

Now cut that sound, on a small Voluntown campground

I met rap and ever since she's been my pen pal

These rhymes are my love letters, tell her to send Al

Some words of encouragement, you know jealous men doubt

I've been down in the southeast corner of Connecticut

Praying for this paper to say something worth remembering

It never did, I had to use my own penmanship

So these weak end-rhymes are the best lines you'll ever get

I went from street busking to playing in a rock band

Pa said I would never make it with that nonsense

Sent me off to college, think I'm gonna stop it?

Not yet! I made this for the content

[Hook]

Content (They came for the)

Content (You know you want the)

Content (You're here for the)

Content

[Verse 2]

I hate devoting my days to what no one takes seriously

So this rap album’s the last one you’ll hear from me

I can barely keep up the speed and I made this track

I’m cringing in my basement right now as I play it back

I hate this, man; I got the hunger and right drive

But the music won’t requite with so much as a high-five

Don’t call me a rapper, I’m not a true rhyme sayer

I’ve spent months staring at college-ruled line paper

So unnatural, I stare at my pad and don’t

Write a dang thing, I revert to this hackneyed flow

So take me as joke, I can’t take you not taking me

Seriously seriously; now who’s the laughing post?

They tell me it’s fantasy, but I’ve missed so much with family

I think I’m past thinking of this as a dream

Answer me, what kind of man would leave

A house framework abandoned when it’s already half complete?

Unsure of my surname, continual comments

But six years from now, you’ll see Loober on a box set

Give it up, the future you already bought ten

Object? You haven’t heard the…

[Verse 3]

Give me a new song, not some squalid ol’ doo-wop

Put in some content, something solid to chew on!

I been waiting too long, I’m talking to you all

If you blow up, I’ll stomp you out (pop) like a juice box

I don't shoot the breeze; I harpoon it

I don't beat around the bush; I charge through it

This is above what your average stupid little underground rapper’s doing

I’ll rest this track in peace, I don’t need flash the deuces

I don’t wanna brag, but dang it, I’m creative

If you think my flow’s too cold, you can microwave it

You got this boy to blame for destroyin’ the game

I’m the greatest rapper/producer since Hit-Boy or Ye

Ay!! See I got the battle rhymes

But since I don’t talk like that in my actual life

These WASPs think I’m mimicking glamorized rapping life

Learn the culture or else hand back the mic

The artist in me was unborn past its seasons

But before they could abort it, the Lord hatched the fetus

Rap came to me straight from the hand of Jesus

So I plan to write until I have no hands to speak with

Just cause I’m inept, kept down by the grind

Doesn’t mean I can’t knock you flat out with a rhyme

Been holding it down since 2009

Tell me what you want! Yell it louder this time! They want the…

[Verse 4]

Test my authenticity, I use what God has given me

To speak for those disabled without a disability

I know there’s other kids like me, embarrassed to speak

Life didn’t teach them entitlement in the least

Bigger dreams forfeited for your little peace

Cause their hearts believe you’re more worthy of everything

What you know about not knowing how to answer to anything?

What you know about awkwardness? Not a bit!

I box and ship cringes in bulk, my job is this:

A shipping-free facility to give you a nauseous twinge

Still as a college kid I remain haunted with

The consequence of not coming with a constant wit

I’ve never been eloquent, always slow of speech

But I got beats and poetry, you can’t take those from me

You’ve never seen a mop cut kid go this deep

Since Bieber was flowing over Throne’s Otis beat

I don’t go for beef, but I can’t help noticing

So many people just heeding their emotions lead

Take a moment, think before you leap

To a radical judgment, get your own beliefs!

If anger and self-pity are your two-time mistresses

If you give love your own graphite images

I’m sick of it, I’m digging into this industry

Listen we, are not owed what’s been given free

“The love you deserve” is an oxymoron

We all worship something whether our bodies or God

Don’t mind me writing naïve short thoughts

You hate people, you’re obviously more smart

Take it from an honest self-described novice

So recluse, you’d think I grew up in a convent

All nod heads from the Ferry to the projects

All set? Nice, that’s what we call content