I'm an individual, yes that's what separates us

With a mind that pivots around something simple and ancient flipping pages

Flipping out when things don't work in my brain It's just another excuse

Well save it

I'm picking up the garbage at garage sales

Putting together the pieces that were never meant to be

It's an achievement that I can only thank myself for

That I can only blame myself for

That I can only use to impress my neighbors

So scrape the sky and wipe it on a page

I'm differеnt from the other pocket fishеs

I would have already been gone away but I have walking blisters

Maybe I'm too caught up in my dreams

Trying to find original rhyme schemes

And imaginary labels to sign me

I can do you a great service

Only as long as I can stay the same person I display words

Then I shove them down your throat

An example of what I found below

I promise to keep your brain occupied till the outro

See?

I'll burn NMC quicker than dry pine needles

Till people see that it's not about black or white people

It's about following through with the industry overthrow

Cause most don't know about the existence of dope hip-hop shows

I'm not hanging out to dry, I'm hanging out to rhyme

I'm an individual, yes, that's what separates us

I'm not hanging out to dry, I'm hanging out of sight

I am a peasant, yes, that's what separates us

I've got an excuse for the struggling artist nudes

I'm saving my trump card instead of taking the high pot and loose

Drop it, I'm done using my mouth to vent

I'm gonna get a white picket fence and put it around my tent then count to ten

Cause my ears are bored, a reason to ask for more, so

Give the defense a rest and sweat the bullshit out your pores

One order of percussion with mad brain on the right

A primitivist, a minimalist with an ill bubble to live inside

I live to die, but I'm dying to write something that mankind will recognize

Without an eyeball on my dollar sign

I'm not hanging out to dry, I'm hanging out to rhyme

I'm an individual, yes, that's what separates us

I'm not hanging out to dry, I'm hanging out of sight

I am a peasant, yes, that's what separates us

I'm not hanging out to dry, I'm hanging out to rhyme

I'm an individual, yes, that's what separates us

I'm not hanging out to dry, I'm hanging out of sight

I am a peasant, yes, that's what separates us