Got a minute onstage
To blow 'em all away
Let me try to impress
Without thinking 'bout
How I'm dressed
Or what I look like
Trying to get my flow right
Got no time to be self-conscious
Not while moving mountains
Running up hills like Sisyphus
I've heard stranger things
On streaming services
So maybe I should take my shot
But I don't drink anymore
That's just how I stay hot
Like a boiling pot of shoyu ramen
Let me show you fire
F*ck the timing
This beat is already flatlining
So watch me hit it
Like target practice
Like in Pixar's Brave
But not as animated
And my hair ain't red
No stress though
My hair's drenched in sweat so
The lights reflect off 'em
How I'm offin' every opp and competition
No question
How Billy Blue big steppin'
In some size ten men's?
Making alchemical raps
Poaching posers with a pen
Can't even call 'em chickens
Without causing offense
They're just Kens
And me?
All I see if fowl shit in my specs
No Meta Quest or Apple Vision Pro
This mad cap gotta go, bro
Where the hell the real men?
Cause all I see is demagogues
Posturing on the web
Off-kilter, no filter
Flexing mad ignorance
No bicep curls
Just pointing fingers
Or mental gymnastics
And BS spouting out from their lips
Like an asshole olympics
Like some unforeseen trials ahead
Fighting with thoughts in our minds
Chronically pissed and online
Got all the cream in the world
But can't buy a lick of time
So I'ma say it with my chest
If you got ill intent
Don't contribute to the death
Of the human soul
We didn't evolve to take in
So much false info
Nonsense rigmarole from
Hyperbolic trolls with no souls
Their brains got less creases than a centerfold
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Got a minute onstage
To blow 'em all away
Let me try to impress
Without thinking 'bout
How I'm dressed
Or what I look like
Trying to get my flow right
Got no time to be self-conscious
Not while moving mountains
Running up hills like Sisyphus
I've heard stranger things
On streaming services
So maybe I should take my shot
But I don't drink anymore
That's just how I stay hot
Like a boiling pot of shoyu ramen
Let me show you fire
F*ck the timing
This beat is already flatlining
So watch me hit it
Like target practice
Like in Pixar's Brave
But not as animated
And my hair ain't red
No stress though
My hair's drenched in sweat so
The lights reflect off 'em
How I'm offin' every opp and competition
No question
How Billy Blue big steppin'
In some size ten men's?
Making alchemical raps
Poaching posers with a pen
Can't even call 'em chickens
Without causing offense
They're just Kens
And me?
All I see if fowl shit in my specs
No Meta Quest or Apple Vision Pro
This mad cap gotta go, bro
Where the hell the real men?
Cause all I see is demagogues
Posturing on the web
Off-kilter, no filter
Flexing mad ignorance
No bicep curls
Just pointing fingers
Or mental gymnastics
And BS spouting out from their lips
Like an asshole olympics
Like some unforeseen trials ahead
Fighting with thoughts in our minds
Chronically pissed and online
Got all the cream in the world
But can't buy a lick of time
So I'ma say it with my chest
If you got ill intent
Don't contribute to the death
Of the human soul
We didn't evolve to take in
So much false info
Nonsense rigmarole from
Hyperbolic trolls with no souls
Their brains got less creases than a centerfold
To blow 'em all away
Let me try to impress
Without thinking 'bout
How I'm dressed
Or what I look like
Trying to get my flow right
Got no time to be self-conscious
Not while moving mountains
Running up hills like Sisyphus
I've heard stranger things
On streaming services
So maybe I should take my shot
But I don't drink anymore
That's just how I stay hot
Like a boiling pot of shoyu ramen
Let me show you fire
F*ck the timing
This beat is already flatlining
So watch me hit it
Like target practice
Like in Pixar's Brave
But not as animated
And my hair ain't red
No stress though
My hair's drenched in sweat so
The lights reflect off 'em
How I'm offin' every opp and competition
No question
How Billy Blue big steppin'
In some size ten men's?
Making alchemical raps
Poaching posers with a pen
Can't even call 'em chickens
Without causing offense
They're just Kens
And me?
All I see if fowl shit in my specs
No Meta Quest or Apple Vision Pro
This mad cap gotta go, bro
Where the hell the real men?
Cause all I see is demagogues
Posturing on the web
Off-kilter, no filter
Flexing mad ignorance
No bicep curls
Just pointing fingers
Or mental gymnastics
And BS spouting out from their lips
Like an asshole olympics
Like some unforeseen trials ahead
Fighting with thoughts in our minds
Chronically pissed and online
Got all the cream in the world
But can't buy a lick of time
So I'ma say it with my chest
If you got ill intent
Don't contribute to the death
Of the human soul
We didn't evolve to take in
So much false info
Nonsense rigmarole from
Hyperbolic trolls with no souls
Their brains got less creases than a centerfold
Writer: Jonah Angeles
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid