Enlightenment

[Verse 1: Sahtyre]
Yeah they like what's gotten into me
I swear I'm my own archenemy
Cause these niggas ain't done shit to me
Rhyme got em' all mind-blown, John Kennedy
Ha, and niggas state gone mentally
But I'm so high I think my brains gone literally
Shit, just check the family history
Cause if I'm insane then just blame Kimberley
Ha, and that's word to my mother
Sip if I wanna, puff herb till I hover
Fucker under-cover
I'm under-covers with a couple white broads
That could suck the sperm through a rubber
Yeah, they like "You so nasty"
Bitch you don't wanna hear the truth, don't ask me
I step up in the booth, voice raspy
Cornrows fucked up and elbows ashy
Ha, cause what you see is what you get
And what you don't see is the genius in it
I spit like Jesus, similes scaring the bejeezus
Out these white people and shit
Ha, cause they don't even get it
They just fascinated with the way it get presented
Oh, look at that nigga painting pictures so vivid
That's the shit I never seen, but wishing I could live it
So I just give 'em what they want
'Long as they chick let me hit it like a blunt
And I ain't tryna cuddle, we could fuck
And after we done I'm like "Girl let me hold a couple of bucks"
Cause money make the world spin
And pussy do too, so I should get a girlfriend
Um, I'm thinking maybe my ex-girls friend
Or the next girl with a fat ass that walk in
I feel like I'm shadowboxing
So put it in other words, how can I not win
Cause I'm killing every pussy rapper in your top ten
Since for the last five years spitting like bitches was the hot trend
There's only so much you could take
Fucking stupid humans, dudes is super fake
Ain't 'posed to call em' fags, but fools is super gay
They shouldn't have to pause after every line... Drake

[Verse 2: Sahtyre]
Uh-huh, yeah I said fuck a hook
And fuck a groupie, less she tryna suck, fuck, and cook
And that's what they usually 'bout, so we good
As long as she just shut the fuck up and roll bud
See, don't get it misunderstood
I'm not just an ordinary stick in the mud
I'm walking down the street with a crip and a blood
And some nerdy white nigga like "I wish a nigga would"
I say nigga cause I'mma nigga, I could
Old niggas like "This lil nigga good"
Do it as I should, this is what its finsta be
Till everybody either ass kissing me or pissed at me
I laugh, but I'm for real
I'm from Neptune, in fact I am for real
And y'all motherfuckers is wacker than Blu Cantrell
I rap just too damn well
And that's proper grammar
Niggas try to hate, but that's propaganda
Like me in D.C. with a flask and a can of
Gas and a match and an Obama banner
Ha, they like wheres my manners
Honestly at this point, I don't think it matters

[Verse 3: Sahtyre]
Yeah, I like to smoke pot
With the soul of a Buddha and brain of a robot
And the body of a weird nigga that all these hoes jock
Getting blowjobs, make the hoes take the whole cock
I'mma say fuck it and go pop
And go rock some big ass grill with a mohawk
And a gold chain and some dress shoes with no socks
Till everybody hating like you fucking show off
And I'm on, but brains so off and
Maybe cause I forget to take my Zoloft and
I ain't slept in weeks, but luckily for me
Your favorite rapper got me sitting here 'bout to doze off
Yeah, nigga my flows raw
Like the roar of a lion when I hit the RooR bong
And I just wanna kick it with your mom
Put the porn on then get that whore in a orange thong
I don't know what planet you're on
But these fags got the swag of a doorknob
Or maybe I'm just big-headed like Zordon
And maybe I'm just pig-headed like Warthogs
I got a smorgasbord of songs
Thank god the doctor did the abortion wrong
So speaking of God, let me shout out my aunt
Cause she taught me how stupid it is to argue with morons

[Verse 4: Sahtyre]
Yo, and I will never stop
I see my pops ghost like "Nigga you better not"
And now I'm saying all type of shit that you never thought
And it's funny cause as a kid I never said a lot
I'll spit till the veins in my head'll pop
And my brains hop out my head, somebody get a mop
It's funny how you go from just being an average loser
To being the enlightened one, call me the Buddha