See, I’ve been at this for a decade; Making smashes like it’s Melee
But the Shores barely have more substance than a feeling
So porous, I abhor like I’m following through
To the middle of the noise like I’ve been hollowing tunes
But the anger makes me empty like I’m hollowing moods
And my throat’s been kind of lumpy like I’m swallowing truths
Got bars in the track like I’m calling the booth
But they say I’m writing queer like my pen’s falling for dudes
They’re fucking hollering “Who did it? Where’d this cracker come from?”
Like someone ate up all the Ritz except for some crumbs
I’m dropping bosses like I’ve conquered every dungeon
Got a humdrum life but living right with my thumbs up
Like what they’re giving me
Obscenities were racing through their minds but they’re grinning frequently when they are listening to me rapping on a winning beat while they’re been spending all of their time serendipitously sinning sweet

Killing beats like I’m Jason Vorhees
French Canadian like Cajuns down in New Orleans
I’ll be repping for my people like the Maple leaf
Keep on spitting syllables cause my peeps implore me

Welcome back to my livelihood
Killing tracks, spilling facts, yeah, this might be good
Cause I’ve been writing all my raps for those with silliest interests
Welcome back to the simile syndicate

Well, like I said, I’ve got bars but they don’t close at 2 o’clock
Take the beat in ‘till I’m black and blue as two Baracks
Keeping quiet like I’m running out of dudes to mock
While I fabricate like sweat shops these tunes to drop
On point like Babe Ruth’s bat
I make new raps by metrics fuck tons and state true facts
Like a reporter not distorting the holy and gory and story as sorry as it may make him that a Lexus struck nuns
When my hectic luck runs light and simple as a drizzle
I’m back to single-digit funds
Means of transportation, none
Producing blazes like a solar flare extending from the sun
But I’m still the one they talk about when they are making fun
Breaking ones, there’s gotta be a better way to make some sense
‘Cause we deteriorate the facts till they’re looking like some specs
Hotter than a sauna but I shiver like I can’t take a breath
The show’s atrocious like they’re faking a death

I suck at making a guess, the way I always bet wrong
They must be taking a rest, the way I’m still slept on
Like I’m breaking incest, I will slay motherfuckers
But I’m barely talked about like the Kid’s other suppers

Welcome back to my livelihood
Killing tracks, spilling facts, yeah, this might be good
‘Cause the likelihood of me flopping now
Is about the same as me dropping out
I’m still copping sounds to get the rap shit going
You guys are min, I’ve got the max shit flowing
Cause I’ve been writing all my raps for those with silliest interests
Welcome back to the simile syndicate

Like a Jalapeño fan, I’m saying fuck mild
I’ll be going buck wild, rolling like a truck’s mile
Working off my nuts while earning fewer bucks
I’ll spend it making music while you call my lyrics junk style
My writing helps me keep peaceful like it’s monk style meditation
Hesitation was a strong suit of mine, I called it patience
Now I’m rolling like a stone and I’m starving like I’m stoned
But still as awkward a fun guy as biking Toads
My home’s wet and cold like a lycan’s nose
But I try to keep it classy like high end clothes

Welcome back to my livelihood
Killing tracks, spilling facts, yeah, this might be good
‘Cause the likelihood of me flopping now
Is about the same as me dropping out
I’m still copping sounds to get the rap shit going
You guys are min, I’ve got the max shit flowing
Cause I’ve been writing all my raps for those with silliest interests
Welcome back to the simile syndicate