[Verse 1]
It's obvious I got a rocky wrist to compliment my rocky fist
Not Sylvester Stallone but I know when i got a hit
I always strive to be an optimist; see the positive;
See the glass half-full
Even though half the time I don't begin to contemplate on where the hell the bottom is
I guess it's somewhat false confidence
But without it I'd be somewhat less prominent
Plus my brain is where the logic is
So when I'm presented with two negatives I equate them
As if I'm multiplying them
An eye for an eye is my philosophy
As strong as communism was for the Soviets
Apology not accepted, I'm too buys drafting up my reconnaissance
Finding out all of the dodgiest shit that I can find on you
Preparing to drop Hydrogen bombs on you
Like Hiroshima slash Nagasaki's populous, I promise it
Get ready for the Hunterpocalypse
Easy, easy, easy
(Woah man, easy, chill out)
(Nah man, too soon, too soon)
(Step back, step way back)
[Verse 2]
I always strive to be an optimist; see the positive;
See the glass half-full
Even though more often than not I try to break the glass in two
Weigh up the separate parts, not physically, but morally
Sometimes a more conservative view can be more fostering
Even with respect to psychology
But every melody has a harmony
Every drama can be rewritten as a comedy, honestly
The ignorance of today is the entertainment of tomorrowers
I bet they're sitting there in front of their advanced television monitors
Watching the surveillance footage of us primitive prehistoric commoners
Compared to their metropolis consisting of the marketers
And those stupid enough to fall for it
A profit-driven utopia for the higher-ups
And a deceptive destiny for the grovelers
Easy, easy, easy
(Woah, woah woah woah, easy man)
(That's some futuristic shit man)
(Haha, maaate)
[Verse 3]
The ignorance of today is the entertainment of tomorrowers
But then again, look at the evidence
Of technology the archaeologists have found amongst the ancient Egyptian fossils
It's amazing the stuff they carpented
From the pyramids to their pharaoh's sarcophaguses
I couldn't think of a greater task more laborious
If you asked a man the same in a contemporary context
He'd google who he could pay to make it or torrent it
I'm a composer composite with a columnist
Documenting my opinions filtered through my own biases
Religion's hopped out of the bed with Politics
And is now carrying it's love child to the modern-day Sciences
She was too slutty to be monogamous
She could even be the personification of the conceptual succubus
At least Economics has never bothered with her
Maybe that's why it's so coveted
Easy, easy, easy
(I told you to go easy on them man)
(You wanna die bro?)
(Son of a bitch)
[Verse 4]
I'm a composer composite with a columnist
Come and catch me in concert, I'm constantly killing consonants
Goal is killing continents
Dream is killing incompetent commenters
That only see commas when on their computers
Con them in proper sequence, cause a scene at comic conference
Now that's a comic con with immediate comic consequences
The only character known to carry complete consciousness
What you call correct I call common sense
Come again? I'm the master of Cs; a true MC
Provocative when I'm talkative
But a wise man once said it's better to stay quiet
So the choir still believes the possibility you preach what they want you to
Maybe I should just stack my catalog to the ceiling and release the entirety posthumous
Pac and Poppa did it so why shouldn't it apply to me?
My rhymes are better than anything they ever -
(Woah, woah, woah man. What the hell do you think you're trying to do man? These people need to eat. These people need to survive. They got families to take care of man, this ain't no game. This isn't something you play. What the hell do you think you're doing man?)
(Man man, nah, I ain't putting this shit out man. Nah, nah, take the first thing, the second thing, the third, but that, nah, I don't want my name on that man, nah you can't put that shit out man. I don't want to do nothing with that. Nah, that ain't happening, man. Nah.)
(Duuude. Oh my fucking god. Nah that, that shit's tight man. That's, that's just what I'm talking about. Oh that's ... brrr.)
Woah, woah, woah man!
