[Verse 1:]

Conscious subconscious I gotta stop dreaming

Not every single line has to stuffed with meaning

I’m all the more creative when starts leaning

Introverted psychopath

Feel Quixote’s mighty wrath

It’s really just some simple math

He needs another bubblebath

Hug your kids more...

Alright

Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! on that Q tip

But i just wanna write like Q-Tip

Could I ever write like Chano

If i went to Chi’ and i channeled

Learn my skills like Joey Bad

If I chop my words like i’m really mad

Or maybe i could rhyme like Danny Brown

If change my voice and she goes down

But i just want to rap like Spencer

No time here for a censor

Weaving in and out like a fencer

But I still don't have a real answer

Shabbat!

Look jam

This is who I am

In no way was this shit supposed to fit inside my plan

Was supposed to go to Wheaton

Graduate we eating

Major as a journalist

But now I rap so merciless

The tracks in the sand is that Nike or Adidas

Stomach’s all full from commercials that they feed us

Please don’t forget the big wigs that they need us

I'm living in a place where we turn cash into Rita’s

Rita's Rita's uggh

Princeton motherfucker that's my third hometown

But I'm proud of my city little kid hold it down

Man that name holds weight so Ill keep the brow high

Big U intellect here so I'll make you ask why

Like

Why does the right wing toss the whites first in the cycle?

And why can't do it like Gates instead of Michael?

And why are all these rappers eco friendly and recycle?

And why do all these kids turn these rappers into idols?

'Tasia can't read. And the contract's inescapable

Sixteen and a half do you think I'm really capable

Giving good advice is a bond that's so unbreakable

So I can make a song that's bumping solo unmistakable

To jam