Another Rapper - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

How you doing? I'm another nigga rapper

And no, I'm not a trapper, lames are what I capture

Been a couple months since I gained all my self-esteem back

Lord Mackovich, weird fucker activist

Fuck a stereotype, I don't get any of your hype

You smoking weed with no guarantee of success in your sight

You making noise, and they call it noise

'Cause they want to turn it off

Shut it down real quick, time to go back in the shack

More work for your bland raps

I'm not the best of the best, I just need some art in my ears

Everybody want to go hard so badly, it's pitiful and so crappy

Crafty little punch lines, you happy?

You remind me of my hand, super tacky

Your style so dry like my knuckles, begging for lotion, too ashy

Damn

Don't get so mad at me, to you I'm just another rapper

No, I'm not an emcee, I make beats and I rap on 'em

Fuck your lyrics, yes I'm new to all of this shit, such a misfit

Two years going in the bitch, five years for the instrumentals

Yes I'm mental, your flow rental, I'm so simple, 'til you get to

The point I'on even want to talk, break your knees while you stand

You don't even have to walk, talk shit, go ahead

I just want to break shit, turn typhoon from a goddamn mist

Take a piss on your mixtape, start again soon

Tryna fight, nigga, have you looking to the moon, young coon

Doom for the weak little minds, better read a couple books

While I take the time to unwind, don't worry 'bout me, I'm fine

You lost the game, now you suffer pain, while I watch the rain

Transform to blue flame, don't try to get in my brain

And just don't try to get in my way (Ayy, ayy)

Don't get so mad at me, to you I'm just another rapper