This was meant for intellectuals/
I Tried To give them food for thought but they all said there heads were full/
Probably cause they ate their meal without any vegetables/
Then left unbalanced with a dunce cap upon a pedestal/
They never had a chance they were susceptible/
To temptation and ate forbidden fruit cause they were taught it was acceptable/
Rejected everything in life except the bull/
And now we're entertained by those who make themselves spectacles/
Then we eat them up like Hannibal Lecter would/
It's kinda hard to stand on your own with a severed foot/
Throw me in the gauntlet I'm ready for whatever look/
I'd never bite the hand feeds me cause I respect the cook/
But let me dumb it down some of have found this hard to believe/
That this kid embodies hip hop in every artery/
No need for glasses it's not hard to see/
That I'm rich with knowledge I'm not living in poverty/
It takes two to tango but ima do it in one/
I never planned to rap on this beat but I thought it would be fun/
Plus I need more views on YouTube cause nobody has a blues clue on who B-Rhymin is so ima go coo coo/
But not for coco puffs I prefer Captain Crunch
I was bored enough to write this song and thats wassup/
I'm intimidating cause I'm b-b-b-bad to the bone/
Tryin to get blown like John Coltrane's saxophone/
Jesus called he said he sick of the disses/
I told him to quick b*tching this isn't a f*cking hotline/
Oh wait god damn those lines are Tyler's not mine/
But I guess they're right when they say great that minds think alike/
They say I'll never make it and stupid things like/
Until the fat lady sings well ima make her sing tonight/
No I'm not immortal I'll be dead when I'm older/
I don't like my neck so it's just a head on my shoulder/
And a good one at that it's exactly where I'm rapping from/
Don't forget the heart cause that's where all the passion comes/
Who cares about appearance I think fashions dumb/
This was food for thought, so eat that for lunch/