The Audacity! (Intro) - Intellectual

[Hook]

How in the fuck did I get home?

I just woke up, I'm still stoned

I'm thinking 'bout calling it quits, ‘cause I'm sick of the shit

That I've got to deal with on a daily basis

‘Cause I've been going hard with no night off

‘Cause I don't want no fucking part-time job

They want me to be some man I'm not

[Verse]

I do what I want

I rock a Red Sox hat in the Bronx

I don't floss, I just rap about flaws

I get bucks like fawns while they all just flaunt

They wonder why I write rap songs

It's a white guy without dying my hair blonde

And if he's a rap star, where is the car

That he described every line of the sixteen bars?

Where's the 16 hard hype men behind him? (They're hidin')

And why aren't these hoes grinding?

Are his rhymes imbibed with gang violence?

Is he somebody whose buddies are all dying?

Does he want to get rich or die Ryan?

He's buggin' if he's not thuggin', he should try silence

He'll get served like a diner

Skinny man, should've joined an indie band, rocked eye liner

I've seen him leave the bar, Nissan car

With a tattooed arm that was little like shriners

And if he rhymes off the brain, in Maine

Does he keep a nine behind the coat like primer?

If the DJ put the vinyl on

Would he rhyme along tighter than a dyke's vagina?

Is he Spose? Higher than Spock

Blunts in the blizzard while I'm whippin' by the cops

Lyrical loogies that I hawk non-stop

Then I pull off the lot, bumpin' Aesop Rock

I'm definitively intricate, an entertainer

Bring it till they're hatin' or hyperventilatin'

I'm penetratin' your brain

Yeah, fuck what you thought

Spose juxtapose written prose and pot

I jizzem on the rhythm, toss in the towel

Somehow got a hit, still went foul

I'm 24 bars in so what now?

I'll do 24 more 'fore I put the mic down

Follow no trend, obediently

As in, you might see me in a medium tee

I just got lines like a DMV

And I fix 'em up in Maine like I'm CMP

They wonder, "How dare he rap about ganja

When kids still die in genocides in Rwanda?"

Yeah, I should shut my mouth

But I keep rocking like a chair in a haunted house

I'm from the dirt roads, dusty antiques

On the microphone, so damn sweet

You brought weed then my interests pique

Kick a hole in the speaker, I'll say sorry and then peace

Teeth unbleached

With the physique of a geek, my beak reach next week

But I'm neat with the speech when I skeet on beat

Unique and out there like Mozambiques

Run circles around rappers like inner tubes

Still mad humble in an interview

Whether rich or monetarily minuscule

I'm who you relate to, buddy, ‘cause I've been a dude

And if you heard me, can't deny, I

Got the shit to tell the MCs, "Bye bye"

Take all of their women and their free WiFi

Sorry, you best believe I'm high

And I do what I want

Might drink the bong water if it's murky like a swamp

And if rapping in Maine is so wrong

Just know the kid who mad this beat is from Vermont, yeah

And that's how it has to be

I got room keys like I'm Cassidy

I'm at the Red Roof Inn, don't ask for me

Because it's trashy, don't bring Ashley

Spizzy Spose, Peter Sparker, I'm dastardly

I might hog until the pigs come, pass the weed

I could've fucked up massively

But instead I made it, the audacity

Let's break it down