Word Targets Lyrics

Any white boy can be an artist if they carry an SP404 around in their hand and use the BPM looper effect over and over again

Not a poet, I'm an artist, hit word targets

Syntax overtly overconscious

I'm a blurred concept, hard act to follow

All my lines are the Oracle of Apollo

Oftentimes the truth is hard to swallow

So you drown it out with a horde of Mongolians

Slash sword through foliage

Hyphen, semicolon, I'm a golden fist

I'm hard to kill, so I hold a fifth

Of Smirnoff in my bag for wherewithals

Why would I take investment advice

From any but the hand of God?

Why would I prove myself to anyone

Except my dad and mom?

Maybe you been through what I been

But still I keep it calm

I'm wicked

And when I drop bombs on the underground

These em-cees, they stay ig'nant

I write while I'm making a smoothie

Turn my competition to liquid

In regards to my presence in the game

I'll admit I've been conflicted

But I'll never stop, my ethic rigid

As a rapper I'm addicted

As an artist I'm confused

To use my paint, do I need permission?

To use my mind and transmit

All my lyrical depictions

Heads stay silent like snakes

But on lists I can tell my name's omitted

Never for long, I know my talent

Your oblivious makes me sickened

I stare at one with a slant

Free Palestine and death to Likud

I hear your rhymes insipid

'Twas just as I'd predicted

You get no money if you're boring

Gotta switch it, no restrictions

Don't place yourself in a box

And if you do, cut a slit in it

So at least that you can breathe

I don't care about your convictions

Rather I care about contradiction

If I hear a Freudian slip

Compare your past, you're out, slim pickings

I'm not in the thick of it

I'm not out here wearing a Dillard's fit

I'm just out here doing me

If you're gonna target, have some diction

Not a poet, I'm an artist, hit word targets

Syntax overtly overconscious

I'm a blurred concept, hard act to follow

All my lines are the Oracle of Apollo

Oftentimes the truth is hard to swallow

So you drown it out with a horde of Mongolians

Slash sword through foliage

Hyphen, semicolon, I'm a golden fist

Not a poet, I'm an artist, hit word targets

Syntax overtly overconscious

I'm a blurred concept, hard act to follow

All my lines are the Oracle of Apollo

Oftentimes the truth is hard to swallow

So you drown it out with a horde of Mongolians

Slash sword through foliage

Hyphen, semicolon, I'm a golden fist