No Name

My room is packed with these papers and pencils
I rap my temple
I'd be happy with keeping it simple
But I've been freckled
With these accolades capping my mental
It was eventual
Just the African laughing, I'm back and lapping and praying for answers
Man I'm busy, and I can't do nada
I've been popping down the aisles like a brand new product
Heard they were making a list of the best round Arizona
They want some cats from a couple of cities and you on it
Like really word? I ain't even feel like an artist
I'd dropped a couple of singles, the rap had hardly been starting
But if they really want heat, I guess I'll put it in gear
Hit the gas like back to the future finna pass and blast through the years, yeah
I'm flowing miles, the zoned child, I'm gone wild
The prosecuting defendant, I'm always on trial
Some of these lines could've been read by the priest
Let it bump through the west while it spread through the east, oh yeah
Now who'd have guessed it that producer, spinner, writer
Would be making killer music like the second that he tried to?
Now I don't gotta ask what imma do today
Mama asking bout the cash I promise all this soon will pay
I used to be alone with crispy socks and Nivea
It don't matter what you look like just how proper you say it
Got the key to the city like I just talked to the mayor
Imma dip with a chip and have some guaca' to share
Better kill the kid who did it
Got these demons in kidneys
Imma get it when I finish
Coughing, spitting through the chimney
My bits do this, my pixels switch too quick
Imma clip it and stitch it like my name "626"
Stop feeling bad for me I don't need that approval my homie actually
Cause your girl getting fresh and not looking bad for me
I just shoot and attack
Man this rap ain't some computer to hack

Still I'm looking like the no name
Half these rappers honestly is so lame
Man I'm feeling like I got whole game
Down on the knees
With this heat you couldn't count the degrees
Man I'm looking like the no name
Half these rappers honestly is so lame
Man I'm feeling like I got whole game
Down on the knees
With this heat you couldn't count the degrees, yeah

With syllables homie I've been spilling too
That's why I swerve relations I know what them feelings do
But somehow music had my meters healing faster
I would listen to the legends having meetings with the masters
Give em dudes bags they turn to loons and goons
They gon' act like social status gon' influence their tombs
But from my ruins that pop up in tunes, it blooms
They gon' know when IT's coming like he done moved balloons, my moods
Like them hamsters they roll in circles, got words to handle
I'm dodging serpents this worth and purpose you cannot cancel
See I've busy since birth, was working in my pampers
And he gon' charge up the circuit leaving the turf in shambles
I stay perched on city lurking like gargoyles
My face battered, my heart boiled, my art loyal
I eat coal, and I fart oil
So if you getting with this service know I got bars for you

Still I'm looking like the no name
Half these rappers honestly is so lame
Man I'm feeling like I got whole game
Down on the knees
With this heat you couldn't count the degrees
Man I'm looking like the no name
Half these rappers honestly is so lame
Man I'm feeling like I got whole game
Down on the knees
With this heat you couldn't count the degrees, yeah