Yeah But I Can Rhyme Though

"Sand you a hard brother to figure out Reciting Roots verses taking curses and 'nigger' out Can't even bring to clubs, unlimited women out DJ spin any ignorant rhythms you wigging out Isn't it a drag dragging around that bag that you living out? 'Cause you don't have any pad, any flat, any crib or house That beat of your own drum sounds more like a bounce to a different couch" Yeah but I can rhyme though "You been rocking them sweatpants for ten years What's up with that beard? Boy is that weird This isn't a warzone Fatigues aren't tact here Your wardrobe screams 'I'm the brokest cat here' It screams it loud and clear You need a real career This isn't North Korea You're living in a capitalist state and your capital's scarce" Yeah but I can rhyme though SOME ARE RATHER DIRECT SOME WOULD RATHER TO ESCHEW SOME WOULD RATHER TO WRECK SOME WOULD RATHER TO RESCUE WHEN NONE OF THAT WORKS CATS'LL GATHER TO TEST YOU BUT FANS'LL GATHER TO CHECK YOU A MELODY PURE AND TRUE Think of all the fans who'd love to monitor Your each and every move, maybe you should consider The web traffic you'll lose for trying to have dinner Without an interruption every second, I doubt You'll mind the extra attention when your record is out Don't you fear your reluctance to travel the regular route Might leave you left out?" Na, 'cause I could rhyme though "You're not exactly a backpacker You're not a gangbanger You're not a swagger rapper You're not a hustler but you're not a slacker Not a half stepper, but your not a Kappa You're not a trapper even though you kept a trapper keeper You don't hug the block or smoke a lot of reefer You're not a pimp, you're not hipster, even though you've got a lot of sneakers You don't fit in the box, how you gonna get out the speakers?" Good thing I could rhyme though SOME ARE RATHER DIRECT SOME WOULD RATHER TO ESCHEW SOME WOULD RATHER TO WRECK SOME WOULD RATHER TO RESCUE WHEN NONE OF THAT WORKS CATS'LL GATHER TO TEST YOU BUT FANS'LL GATHER TO CHECK YOU A MELODY PURE AND TRUE "You're too big, you're too small You're too dark, too short, you're too tall You're too poor, too old, you're too young You're too slow You dunce, you're too dumb And life ain't fun but here's a little fun fact What you're trying to get done, nobody's ever done that How ridiculous reaching for stars, you can't even stare the sun jack" Yeah but I can rhyme though "You know what? Fine. Shine. Maybe I'm mad because your future's brighter than mine And you're man enough to slander the standard standing in line Cut the complaining and the moaning and take a hold of your moment in time And that's a thing some people despise It's not even that they're trying to pull you down, they're really just trying to pull you aside Anybody who claims you're out of your mind For trying to be somebody is somebody you gotta remind that . . .