Rap Practice

When the simulation crashes
It's unlikely he'll have ever made a classic
Failed to target the masses or any demographic
He made only what he wanted to to, and that's it
I've had this principle guiding my rap practice
Since right around the time SoundCloud eclipsed Datpiff
That it would be tragic if I started rapping
For anybody other than the one that I inhabit
Imagine me making a track I don't dig
Imagine not wanting to bump your own shit
Imagine spending even a single second of life
Making art without your heart in it. It isn't right
Well, the only exception is if you need the bread bad;
Any other reason might be tied for dead last
And I gotta say there's many better ways to get cash;
Everybody and their mother seems to rap nowadays, it's wack...

Anywho, try not to experience too many moods
At the shows I rap at you tend to find many dudes;
No chicks, no shit, have you heard it?
I moved by the park I might have to start birding
I've been flirting with unburdening my person
Merging with immersive 3D worlds will not be worth it
I used to get nervous, thinking I don't have a purpose
Now I pause and take a couple deep breaths when the nerves surface

I glide by, paper plane
Move at my patient pace
Chomping on ancient grains
See me and they complain
My my, they're so lame
So into placing blame
They're running basic plays
Hit 3, Mike Breen go, "BANG!"
Oh man, that's him
6'2", barely touch rim
No six-pack won't see no gym
Still get by with a handsome grin
Insole for the arches
Made this in my apartment
Hit the eagle on the par 6
My pen where the bars is on the parchment