I serenade the track with beautiful poetics Sublime with poetry is in my genetics Purebred black man, na-na-na-na black man I attack man with the venom of a viper Taunt sniper, rattlesnake, shake and bait Hit you like an earthquake If losing is not choosing then I'm a lost soul They hit me with that's how I roll, feel the toll Callers with no ID but I'm IDP Permission to speak freely Tried to play it breezy but life ain't easy A typical life, had to learn how to juggle drama I smuggle mama, put that in the past But they wanna be the *** down to the ground So there is no sound, I'm endearing to the weirdos, it's weirdo I'm not one of them yet they feel my pain I walk alone in the game with no one to blame They say beggars are lame and have no aim Those doing the choosing are perusing And who's being used and abused? I guess I keep you amused At what point did life become critical? Was it when my hard diatribe became cynical? Or was it when my very speech became lyrical? Mass murders couldn't feel how cold my flow is Colder than snow is Actually I've always had rather expensive vocabulary Not to mention a phenomenal grasp of grammar And also prolific command of syntax I simply chose not to employ them I restrain and refrain my pain Being all against the grain We're habitual and in a robotic ritual I condone my own visual But this is literal, real Like addicts and junkies And they wanna call me a monkey Let it be, I let bygones be bygones And so on and so on Gotta let them slide, yeah it hurt my pride But nevertheless I was in a position so vulnerable And not every person was honourable Beggars exist, far from being gorillas in the midst I clenched my fists, all of this And I didn't do the choosing Even though I was cruising, I was losing Couldn't stomach defeat or mediocrity And not being accepted was a shock to me The truth hurts and my pain was in vain How can I maintain when I can't sustain? And even though I'm verbose and I roast the microphone I feel all alone in the red zone And some say, what does it matter? Being a mad rapper has its drawbacks Motherfuckers hate me, I never saw that When trials and tribulations ended, they'd only just begun And all the girls have fun, but I would never succumb To conformity and normality, so being *** over was a formality Actually, I've always had a rather extensive vocabulary Not to mention a phenomenal grasp of grammar and a superlative command of syntax I simply chose not to employ them Actually, I've always had a rather extensive vocabulary Not to mention a phenomenal grasp of grammar and a superlative command of syntax I simply chose not to employ them I simply chose not to employ them