[Verse 1]
Not balling like Spalding, wanna win it like Pauling
Or Marie Curie, radio activity's appalling
Dynamite explosive, Eyjafjallajökull
Vesuvius or Etna, this yokel's going global
I'll open up your retina, that third ocular
V's for Vulcan prospering, hot damn he's so Spocktocular
I'm interactivodular, I’m quoting Raffi
Beat on against the current to the green light, f*ck your Gatsby
Not trying to incite ya, hopes to be insightful
f*cking up the formal charge, I'll invite ya
Invite 'em in, hey this B A enlightening
Change of pace from Still Fighting It
And I know I'm still writing it
But here's a change in the scenery
At least it's changing what it means to me
And every song’s like
[Hook]
Drop more bars, get cars, be the Rockstar
Well here's my Grand Thought Auto
Going full throttle
Something rare, enrapturing
And capturing some lightning in a bottle
[Verse 2]
I don’t think you're stopping this
Shouts out to King Comptroller
I'm competent and confident
That my Control’s reaching Compton kids
Of quartz I'm f*cking rocking it, don’t take this sh*t for granite, I’m so gneiss
Yeah I'm fresh as mint floss, pop like lip gloss
Lip service to Rick Ross, not p*ssed off, I think soft
Speak swagerrific, the antithesis of pimp sh*t
Rather start Ignition than get p*ssed on
I'm so captivating, capturing more than your Snapchats
Lyrical disaster, multisyllabic master
Faster faster, bust a rhyme they keep telling me
Eviscerating every track, convicted zero felonies
I got the focus of an 80-year-old who lost his favorite pair of glasses
Moving slower than molasses
As I question what the task is
Just trying to figure it out, between small liquor amounts
After honey like Winnie, so witty, like Tigger I bounce
So here’s some vigorous shouts
But hey don’t ask what this kid is about
When every song’s like
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
The Pillsbury native’s putting icing on the cake on the now
Cake, cake, cake, cake, cake
You know how many times I've just sat in this seat
Rapped to this beat on repeat, and then ran back to the street
It’s like Sussudio, Psycho in the studio
Christen Bales of bars, hope this sh*t is getting through to you
I slow roll you Slowpokes, strike a match on this spare bowl
With reloaded local vocals from the no coast snow fold
I’m blowing up like Beauregard, no regard to your claims of gods
Call me Charizard cause I'm charring bars
Dropping lines like I’m bumping to neumes
Resume the tune, this stream of thoughts become a typhoon
Can’t you hear me listening, to inner discipline
Listing what you’re missing worsens condition
You ain’t confined by the contents of context
It ain’t that complex
So here’s remedial media, awful rare in this medium
Hope you heed the seed the Swede just placed in the tedium
Try to complete this endless cycle pedia
This bipedal creature’s got hopes of Brainfeeding ya