Word Targets

[Intro: Departure]
Any white boy can be an artist if they carry an SP404 around in their hand and use the BPM looper effect over and over again

[Chorus: Departure]
Not a poet, I'm an artist, hit word targets
Syntax overtly overconscious
I'm a blurred concept, hard act to follow
All my lines are the Oracle of Apollo
Oftentimes the truth is hard to swallow
So you drown it out with a horde of Mongolians
Slash sword through foliage
Hyphen, semicolon, I'm a golden fist

[Verse 1: Departure]
I'm hard to kill, so I hold a fifth
Of Smirnoff in my bag for wherewithalls
Why would I take investment advice
From any but the hand of God?
Why would I prove myself to anyone
Except my dad and mom?
Maybe you been through what I been
But still I keep it calm
I'm wicked
And when I drop bombs on the underground
These em-cees, they stay ig'nant
I write while I'm making a smoothie
Turn my competition to liquid
In regards to my presence in the game
I'll admit I've been conflicted
But I'll never stop, my ethic rigid
As a rapper I'm addicted
As an artist I'm confused
To use my paint, do I need permission?
To use my mind and transmit
All my lyrical depictions
Heads stay silent like snakes
But on lists I can tell my name's omitted
Never for long, I know my talent
Your oblivious makes me sickened

[Verse 2: Departure]
I stare at one with a slant
Free Palestine and death to Likud
I hear your rhymes insipid
'Twas just as I'd predicted
You get no money if you're boring
Gotta switch it, no restrictions
Don't place yourself in a box
And if you do, cut a slit in it
So at least that you can breathe
I don't care about your convictions
Rather I care about contradiction
If I hear a Freudian slip
Compare your past, you're out, slim pickings
I'm not in the thick of it
I'm not out here wearing a Dillard's fit
I'm just out here doing me
If you're gonna target, have some diction

[Chorus: Departure]
Not a poet, I'm an artist, hit word targets
Syntax overtly overconscious
I'm a blurred concept, hard act to follow
All my lines are the Oracle of Apollo
Oftentimes the truth is hard to swallow
So you drown it out with a horde of Mongolians
Slash sword through foliage
Hyphen, semicolon, I'm a golden fist
Not a poet, I'm an artist, hit word targets
Syntax overtly overconscious
I'm a blurred concept, hard act to follow
All my lines are the Oracle of Apollo
Oftentimes the truth is hard to swallow
So you drown it out with a horde of Mongolians
Slash sword through foliage
Hyphen, semicolon, I'm a golden fist, uh