Ultimatum (I Ate ’Em)

[Verse 1:]
I can describe my rivals with a single word: unimpressive
Evaluate your own shortcomings, I’m done assessin’
Beatles on the rooftop, I’m a public blessin’
They feed us Elvis Presley while we needin’ Billy Preston
Get Back to bling and Lean Wit It, Rock Wit It
I’m local, you’re not in the scene, you ain’t hot wit it
I leave ‘em stupefied, you leave ‘em in a lifeless stupor
You don’t ride for your city just 'cause you drive for Uber
And you ain’t stackin’ a stupid amount in salaries
I’m gettin’ fat from refusal of countin’ calories
My waistline is on some ramen embrace time
I’m still iconic as a Chili Peppers bassline

[Hook:]
Two little devils try to whisper in my ear
What I do might depend on which one that I hear
One is tellin’ me, "play the nice guy for a while"
While the other’s sayin’ "save your energy, don’t ever smile"
Ultimatum!
These fishes takin’ the bait until I fileted ‘em
No more chickens are cluckin’ after I ate ‘em

[Verse 2:]
So go and make your thesis claim
You pick my pronoun! Say he or they or she’s insane
I keep it low down, you feel it when the speakers shake
We keep it deep as tectonics, so you can pass the plate
That’s my state, we eatin’ but you may have to wait
These SNAP benefits barely gettin’ us half the way
Social services gettin’ harder to navigate
Repudiate the civic duty that they abdicate
And if they make ya take a UA for food stamps
Drop a doody in the urine cup right out the gate
I bet they still say “Let’s take it to the lab and wait”
The troubles of our government, need I elaborate?
Beat from Croz K, formerly Odar
We makin’ inroads like reformin’ the ODOT
Came a long way from that Minnesota
You found an Oregonian who has better flow? Nah!
The prime product, my lines brought up by high scholars
So defy logic and try and stop it, I’ll grind harder
Still in school for the Masters
They knew I’d do it when I took my name from a math term
Been half-assin', skatin’ by, no half-pipin’
Dopest rapper in Oregon, time to act like it
But I ain’t take a single bit of good for granted
I’m never bitter, gotta get up when abandoned
Ain’t no need to be chronicling bumps and bruises
If you were smeared in college by fuckin’ losers
In 8th grade the worst post was “you’re gay”
Now we seein’ our friends’ failings in 4K!
But let ‘em hate you, 'cause nobody has to like you
I got ‘em like “Who the hell did we pass the mic 2?”