sometimes I wish I had a degree

so my shit could be read seriously

then I remember what I’m doing directly

This is how I deal with the conscious me

 

it’s how I get clear thoughts out of my head

It’s what I want to hear not what I dread

mostly we’re repeating what has been said

the tape speeds up when I get out of bed

 

I’m a real big fan; not Stan by the way  

but the Eminems help me; every day

Hip Hop’s an ancient art; the only way

It’s the new Gospel; what real emcees say

 

they’ve fought it since the days of catapults

only devils hear the truth as insults

they want it stopped; like Monch, that’s difficult

because it’s not their slick talking occult