So you think you can rap contest (Scuare)

Inside of me I contemplate the truth about what I could be
But I can see my words paintin portraits of hypocracy
No thought of me swallowing your lies for some economy
Follow me follow me the god a pure autonomy

I still don't understand, even though I seem to ask a lot
These clones all say they're aliens but I'm no fuckin astronaut
At home alone I pass a lot of perpetrators passin off
A passive thought of money cars and bitches til I laught em off
This Young money shit's got to lead to something
But I tired to fuck the world and got erectile dysfunction
Wasn't born to this spot I chose to be alive
And I survive on the basis of adrenalin and pride
So give me a minute to get right up in it
Defendin a friend that has given incentive to stay
When every fiber wants to stray away from truth
Givin me proof that trouble times in this life can be of use
I'm droppin a deuce on all these clowns whenever I choose
Don't bring me down Bruce