song about a raygunn (an ode to driver)

you were on the top of a short list

i wrote the list around your placement on the list

you were on the list

most importantly

i don't even really have to rap

my nigga it's about if you can talk good

i don't even really have to rap

my nigga it's about if you can talk good

i don't even really have to rap

my nigga it's about if you can talk good

i don't even really have to rap

my nigga it's about if you can talk good

it's about if you can work a simple hustle

turning rap insights into economic muscle

ride the bourgeouis gristle like a surfboard

nocando's my nigga 'til we dirt poor

so we do the math and we always carry clipboards

do the math and we always carry clipboards

do the math and we always carry clipboards

do the math and we always carry clipboards

i'm trying to strip myself

myself

and be a mirror for someone else

i'm trying to strip myself

myself

and be a mirror for someone else

i'm trying to strip myself

myself

and be a mirror for someone else

i'm trying to strip myself

myself

i don't even really have to rap

my nigga it's about if you can talk good

i don't even really have to rap

my nigga it's about if you can talk good

i don't even really have to rap

my nigga it's about if you can talk good

i don't even really have to rap

my nigga it's about if you can talk good

he raps like there's no sense to be made

he raps like the eldest sap of the everglade

his raps move heat like thermostats adjusting centigrades

he raps with the grace of an old man shining his grandson's shoes

he raps like a master painter who's only choosing to use the blues

he reportedly raps in a dark apartment quarterly

wholeheartedly clutching the recorder to catch the nuzzled portions of organs

he'd been choking on

when he raps

everyone everywhere is always electrified

and no one would really mind if they were next to die

he only raps for a good reason

and getting rich isn't one of those

he scribbles raps furiously from a little bungalow

i feel inclined to rhyme

i'm so inclined

i feel inclined to rhyme

i'm so inclined

i feel inclined to rhyme

i'm so inclined

i feel inclined to rhyme

i'm so inclined

i feel inclined to rhyme

i'm so inclined

i feel inclined to rhyme

i'm so inclined

i feel inclined to rhyme

i'm so inclined

i feel inclined to rhyme

i'm so inclined

i feel inclined to rhyme

i'm so inclined

parse good from the nonsense

never let the form dictate what's the content

it's never art for art's sake

despite whatever the corpse of a marxist thinks

thinking

dwelling

building

sinking

swelling

filling

shrinking

selling movements

jinxed routine is useless

glimpses of misgivings for the stupid

i guess i'm stupid

following a rule is just too hard for me

it's hardly me