Dukes and Geeks

It goes one through the larynx, two from the heart
Three for my parents even though they split apart
I still love ‘em while I’m lovin’ every friend that I got
And I really love rap so I figured “why not?”
Look
You are looking at a six foot Japanese rappin’ easygoing kid who happens to look bad in beanies
Rap complex over simple beats, I spit as raw as the fish that my people eat
Madman and upstanding civilian, not the best rapper alive, but I’m in the top seven billion
It’s lights out, Super Bowl 47 in the house, Surge like the gym leader in Vermillion
Take a weed whacker to Wiz Khalifa’s stash, make him mad
Crack that Krispy Kreme rapper in half, and call that Breaking Bad
Rappers want brand new cars like Maybachs
But they ain’t got the will (wheel) to host the fortune y'all, none of ‘em say jack (Sajak)
Ungh. I’m in the cut like peroxide
I didn’t vote for Mitt; I’m on Barack’s side
Yup, I’m gettin’ a bit of the moment of fame, comin’ up strong in the game, my flow is "juuust right," Goldilocks, I’d
Never really brag, I’m not that vain or sick at all I’m just
Tryna understand myself like the brain of a psychologist
I’m crazy like the colonists who take entire continents
Enslave a population but later give them compliments

I’ll switch the beat up, with a rugged rhyme, like new stars
And now I’m bout ta speed up and go double time for a few bars
‘Cause I’m bending a bit back and I’m better than bastards
Who’ve never been attacked by a veteran rapper
I never would come wack; I’m the cleverest actor
On a track, and I’m a bachelor who’s gonna get his Master’s
Some day. It’s a grand image
Like Harry Potter, playin’ Quidditch
Runnin’ the race and I can win it
You’re sitting and frowning and I stand grinnin’
I spit sincerely
And my money’s low ordinarily
So am I gonna make it? Barely
The only bread that I’m stackin’ is Sara Lee
Why’s that Japanese white kid rappin’ though??
Next time you seem him on his bike, kidnap him yo
I wish he’d vanish into thin air, Colorado
This kid can’t kick it, Maldonado
Shout-outs to my Oregonian brethren
I grew up in Eugene where we never trust a weather man
To be honest, I’m just tryna sound clever, man
Dishonest Mufasa cats lyin’ (lion) but I never am
Forever jams flowing at my brain’s thinking pace
And I’ll use a semicolon outside of a winky-face
Nonsensical rappers out there, I know you seen ‘em
They’ll take a syllable that sounds kinda like another one and talk fast in the space in between ‘em
But they ain’t sayin’ much
Then again, neither am I
You gotta boast when you’re rappin’, but I’m a humble guy
But if you happen to be thinkin’ that what I spit’s great
I appreciate that you’re listening to my mixtape