Bad news: Stuck in Vancouver thanks to school. I must make sure the grades are good enough to let me get to take the courses I’m registered for. I need to harass the profs if not as it’s actually their problem for the most part (or their TAs.) Apologies to friends who expected me down sooner; smoke me a kipper, I’ll be back for breakfast.
Good news: Have a rough (probably finished really) rap over a Childish Gambino track from me. Lyrics after the break.
lyrics:
criticize my end rhymes, hate that were related
this isn’t pretend time, i’m what you created
i am on my end times, i am so omega gone
splitting like it’s asus, guess i’m just pegatron
name’s not on the front, but my brand’s behind it
you digging these sounds? well, my plans defined it
you gigging around? best thank me post haste
you’re late to the field, you arrived post-race
i don’t need to be a writer or actor to do this;
i spit a couple bars, and the crowds ask “who this?”
a hundred thousand downloads before my diploma
you playback in slow speed, ya hustle’s in a coma
was only 15 bumping jungle and ragga
was only 22 when meeting gen fukanaga
how many of y’all met the head of funimation?
guess that’s just proof i live in a funny nation
i am the top cat to your dogs, all of you chase me
i sit around lazy, yet drive you all crazy
flip that i’m sporticus and you’re robbie rotten
i’m running strong, you’ll probably be forgotten
i am on my lo-cal, you’re about the jelly rolls
i am on my clean cut, your style is smelly mold
i’m living the extremes, your lifestyle is barely bold
i’m about the volume, your album has barely sold
and I’m so anon so fear and expect me
no feedback out there could direct me
post modern rapping preempting my critics
i know what i’m spitting here seems so acidic
but i’m the next jay-z with a side of neptunes
protege portfolio provided with hep tunes
and if you don’t feel this because of my vox
i’ll get out of the way and let my friends talk
