Rapper turned Songwriter, eclectic influences from post-punk and folk to sample-based music and electronica.
Lyrics
(Hook)
I see you in there
I see you in there, in what you're wallowin
I'll take you with me
I'll take you with me, I'll get you smilin
I'll make you confident
(Verse 1)
I'm askin y'all who the best is
Then slappin the presumptuous off your upper lip for answerin rhetorical questions
You're not the one, like the Oracle guessed it
Anti-awareness, cos the morally bankrupt can't afford 'em a message
Anti-authority cos what you pass for authority's sad
Anti-Christ cos you prayed for a miracle you already had
He's evergreen - next in the circle, he pines for the tree
You called him self important, that's the only time we agreed
Do my God Complex, say my sermon from lofty heights
Thank Capitalism, like America's earning its Trotskyites
I'm not a Communist, I'm just not the common-est
Life ain't a b*** , it's a slut, and it's high time I cum in this
Start a list; every syndrome but "down", I'll get to dumbin it
Dominate; knees on the ground, and suck until it's numb from it
T'confirm it; let your blood ferment and get t'decomposin'
Hold a gun to my mirror's head cos I can't keep from posin'
(Chorus)
You got the compliments that I need
All of the confidence and the greed
You should place all your bets on me
I walk through the streets, your cars can't touch me
It'd take a double decker bus to crush me
And I'd be in Heaven, smiling
Hook
(Verse 2)
Here's to being superior
Nothing seem to compare to the
genius and beauty I see in the mirror
See that there's an opinion that none seem to be sharin
But truth don't hinge on the mount of people aware of it
F*** , I'm wonderful!
No, I don't need none to know
Girls always come round, when they go down, they go geronimo
Get on the ball, get on and it's phenomenal, then gotta go
The memory make it classic like a debut that's eponymous
I re-up regular, ask anyone ballin and he know
Rollin stoned on cloud top ten tween London callin and Nico
Overblown I.E. overly blown, overtly so
Bong hits in a congressman's hallway like nobody's home
When I was a toddler I told my mama get offa my balls
She said "not til they drop and y'know what they're properly fo'
Cocky as hell - can't blame me, I'm confident tho'
Lost in it; I could sell frost to the snow
Chorus
(Bridge)
Push me, push me, push me and I'll push back (2x)
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