Masquerade

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I see a thousand guys
Can’t tell if it’s bona fide
Or if it’s just my compound eyes

I could be wrong or right
Black or white
Full of matter and atoms or actually a poltergeist

The whole globe is a big fat masquerade
Faces painted with shapes in a wack parade
So when actors are staging a mass charade
It seems natural and that’s how it has to stay

On the playground shooting hoops
Just a couple of rebels who done flew the coop
But does mama know they’ve been sneaking Smith and Hook
Since my sneakers had hook and loop?

I’m playing Mario day and night
While these kids my age played pass the pipe
I never drank or smoke one day in my life
But I still got sick from the second hand hype

I’m a skinny average joe
But I’d oppose adding adipose apropos
With a bit of protein dose
Not an addict, I’m not gonna act a pro

When I make a line, I’m cracking jokes
I don’t need to play dumb, it’s a fact I’m dope
In the classroom passing notes
Saying rap’s a virus and I’ve got the antidote

But our test scores are important
I’m no ramen noodling college student
Ordering one ton of wontons at one o’clock in the morning
Nope I got the power, graduating with cords all on my torso
Living life like an electric type while your moves are so normal

Oh

You are infinitesimal to an infinite decimal place value
An infant is better at stitching intricate sentences
When it’s itching after going
Without food
An hour too long
And can only say “ga goo”

The whole globe is a masquerade
School’s out and you can’t get a passing grade
I’m the king of the castle so grab my grapes
And start fanning you’re great for a palace maid

No longer a nomad that has to run
And hunt when it’s after dusk
I made this bread
And I’ll smack any vagabond with a bag of buns

Staying fresh is my ultimatum
You sons stay dry like an old tomato
When I’m nearby, it’s so hot you better stop dropping rolls, you Butterfinger baker

I’m magically delicious
It’s actually ridiculous
When you’re washing my dishes
Make sure you rub the gravy boat and ask it for three wishes

My magic touch is so luscious and succulent
But you’re dusty you better grab a vacuum and suck the lint
Off your crusty pits I’ve had enough of it

The whole globe is a masquerade
Screw scrambled I do eggs Fabergé
Even better than that I can fabricate
A fake character and just rap for days

When the colors fade
And the decorations get thrown away
If there ain't a face that you’re happy with
Then I’m afraid you just lost the game

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I’m not good at everything I do
I just only do what I’m good at
But it has to maintain its shape whether its rainbow or pitch black

I’m a master of nothing
And I know what I’m not
But I am a jack of all trades
And you can’t keep jack in a box

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