Guilty Pleasure

Verse 1:
I was that dude you never heard of
And the minute you played my verses I was murking, you was like "Did this nerd just?"
Abstract Dragon clashing fragments in fractions
Of seconds, wrecking sentences with the penmanship; killing it
But on my best behavior
Never repping a weapon, only my chest with air
Wanted to hate the game, but not test the player
The new underrated artist when the rest compare
Almost wanted to drop the pen due to lack of shares
Never really got the checks like Nike so the music rarely airs
But when the people listen and get it, tell me they feel it then split it
Well can you mention the skill set to all your friends? Don't conceal it
Let it go or else I'll go cold; never touch a microphone
Write a song; music is my life, but homes
Motivation's killed when you try to show your skills
And you feel the work you've given is appreciated then hidden
If I'm your guilty pleasure, this is my plea bargain
Confess your love, then I'll be at large and
Become the criminal behind bars to get hardened
Creating more tracks to bump in your cars, man
Or woman; and equal opportunity
Matter of fact, this isn't even how I meant to use this beat
But to prove my point that it's silly to feel so guilty
We'll switch beats and finally get witty on the TB

Chorus:
Don't even try
To plead not G-U-I
L-T-Y, you're guilty
You know that you're guilty
Of feeling the emcee
That is from Top-City

Verse 2:
I was thinking out loud: Jojo
I'll put that in the Blackground: Oh no!
A low blow of an old joke
If you're slow, bro, then you'll never catch up when I showboat
I'm not a Pokemon, but a Fiyablasta
Rahh Rahh! Like your die caster
How I slide them DM's to your Dungeon Master
Cause I'm all that and a bag of Funyuns after
They say I'm pretty fly for a white guy
In a black shell. Hmm...what a wise-cracker
But I ain't in no ritzy club eating fancy cheese
It's making me saltine; I don't have that life hack, sir
But I've been privileged with ripping these writtens
And spitting these rhythms in a system driven to make me die faster
#BlackLivesMatter
But enough of the PSA, cause they want the dope rap rhyme chapter
Or die of laughter: hardy har har
Parts that you get late; our light from far stars
Jarring as interviews when you're sparring with Nardwuar
Bars that hurt your franchise; scarring as Jar Jar

Chorus

Verse 3:
So I'm thinking right now
Even though his lyrics waning, scheming like wow
Pipe down those claiming that I bite sounds
I call it sampling and chopping it to make it tight, clown
Cause I'm ringleader; Barnum & Bailey
Bar none, you're bailing like some who's skating and hitting the pavement
I'm "Hawking" like Tony and Stephen combined
By grinding and using my beautiful mind
To trap you in black holes of genius rhyme
At the tip of my fingers. You wiggity wack spitters
Fidgeting, unwilling to get in line
When handing whoopings
Sonning rappers through adoption
Cause I'll spank you with your style
Snatched it when you weren't looking
Didn't think I was an option
But you see I rock your crowd
Now your fan base is moving
Guess you should have took precautions
Before you saw my storm clouds
Now you're washed up and I've proven
That a Kansan can be awesome
The Abstract King will be crowned
The Civilian's ill when he's the Dragon smashing
All the hardest artist and your greatest favorites
Oh! My bad, now I guess I'm guilty
You're my biggest fan now and I'll have to kill me

Chorus