Bad Day
[Unorthodocks]
I can't live a life that's short of perfect
Immortal status, I'm more emphatic and sure to murk it
Sure 57 automatically short a circuit
The crowd goes bezzerk as shorty twerk it, I'm sipping on forty ounces
And bagging up forty grams as I'm cancelling on my counselors
Withdrawn from all August classes, you know how how long his ass has
Been waiting to get on a song and to spazz and simply smash it?
I'm asking rhetorically, I'm historically underrated
My rhetoric is ahead of it's time and it's undebated
Some of them undecided and some of them understated
Unorthodocks overstand that its just a game they created
A game that we played as children, thinking we'd be chill when
We know that we won't get laid off and payed off all of the building
But until then... I'ma just make the best of it
I could've been born without a voice, so I know I'm blessed to spit
Cop some sess to hit to fill this pit in my chest
I'ma pay homage to pioneers and shit on the rest
I got way too much shit on my plate to just sit at a desk
And to much intellect to ever check how I did on a test
I slid after freshman year, just to sit on the block
Now cut to two years later, now this fucking shit is on lock
Couldn't have planned it any better, throw the eggs in the basket
If you still don't know the name just hit the bodega and ask, kid
I'm past it, fuck introductions I'm tackling the percussion
Like JaDeveon when I'm rushing, the competition I'm crushing
Leaving your crushes blushing with orange crush in the Dutch and
I'm clutching this microphone killing anything that I'm touching
Spit bars with the tightest tension, that shit that you might have mentioned
To grab you homies attention and notice the slight accession
Reveal the brightest dimentions, induce the slightest dementia
With what I write with this pencil, I fucking fuck up your mental
Take rappers that sentimental and shit on his instrumental
But...
I'm on a bad day, you really can't tell
I know I make the type of music that you can't sell
Who cares if my grants swell, so long as I rant well
I'll be on the west coast, chilling out with Chantel
It's been a long day but en chante
It'd be the wrong way to not finish it with a strong J
Bombay Sapphire, twist and lit mad fire
Mr. Spit Quagmires, kiss the fist; admire
Couldn't block son's shine with an iron awning
I got a million and one styles and a booth to try them on in
While y'all can just cry about it or better yet emulate it
I ain't the one assimilating, I been down with this art
From the first second I remember, finally now I'm part
Of what I love and live, I'm above these kids with their temper tantrums
That's still tripping bout MTV only plays stripper anthems
I'm over it, I got over it when I was twelve B
You worship DOOM but know nothing of fucking El-P
And still expect me to listen of what you're trying to tell me?
Alright well tell me, ayo I'm all ears
Why is that I've been hearing your name all year
Who gave you the all clear and lit the green light
For you to spit the bullshit rhymes and shit on teen plight?
Just give me time and date cuz I'm hitting a cheap flight
Cuz knowing cat's like you exist's the reason I don't sleep at night
They say that they're deep and tight, I just say that they're pussy rappers
I'm snapping on whippersnappers right after this snap of doja
The rapid attack smacker, my rap slap is explosive
I'm dabbing up fatter doses and battered batter Mendozas
Decapitate faggot rappers that rap about swag attrocious
You had a fad and it's over cuz no one can feel it sober
I'm like Homer with zones, feel it deep in your chromosomes
Docks known to leave heads flown, make a tyrant disown his thrown
While sporting a thorny crown as I'm spitting like forty rounds
Til you hit the ground and your breathing sound like accordion sounds
Then give your shorty a pound and throw your thrown off the balcony
To let it be known then leave your mind blown with this alchemy
Lot of lames got it out for me, got a dame and her houses key
Probably could bag your baby right after she cop an ounce from me
So bounce with me, anouncing the U to the O is back
Wack pseudo emcees brains explode when I flow to tracks