Let me indent my new intent To be the new one to invent A style that goes against the convent Of the hip-hop origins, get it! I got in that tank, no need for drank Got up in the club, b**h smells like dank Say, I'm not original, that's what you think But I still hate the mirror and even the sink I don't flow, but I'm writer of the hour
The beat is not sweet, it doesn't smell like flowers Maybe it needs a bath or maybe a shower Take to Kanye, he'll amp up the power But maybe there is no need And we just should let it be Be like The Beatles with your third eye see Now let knowledge in and let your third eye eat