Purpose

Mic check, mic check
Do I really want to do this?
I don't know
CHIC
Ok I guess we're doing it (Yup!)
Let's go

I thought I wouldn't pick up a type of beat like this but I liked this
It's a necessary step to write, spit, and mic this
Steps Necessary's invite is the real reason
Why I tried to step aside from my typical style
Which I find fits within this mindset
Of the listeners who might get what I rhyme with
But stay blind, deaf cause they find that
These mumble rappers are the future well then bye, then
Cause I'm tired – sick! Fever's rising and I'm losing all the patience
Underground artists raising dirt but they don't feel the roots
Saying words that barely work
Talking about dropping shots
Half of this track that they talk about is about alcohol
I have to draw a picture so just grab a chalk
And pay attention or go grab some Adderall
Or "but wait he used that line already" is what you'd say after all

I'm just mad because
All these songs about booze and they don't have the bars
Blowing smoke or air when they record a track
Cause not a single rap has been an actual thing that happened
And then attract the masses of fans
Fans that turn when they get wind and they think it's cool
When these Wayne imitations take the stage and sing
Gucci gang "What You Saying" is a waste of breath (Ooh)
I've got some praying to do so have some faith or review
My exclamation because I meant I would prey with E's, see
Rap is an acquired taste you new ones are feces
It's all the same if your rap follows a C T
But I prefer classics, the big guns, the BBs
Techn9ne, Shady and Big Pun and Easy
Hopsin, Logic, Will Smith and Run DMC
Pac, I'm Indian, so there's Brodha V
And Smokey the Ghost from Bangalore on my list see

Check them out to know what a good rapper is
Instead of those that are always talking about their packages
Like UPS, we get it but your fed exes would laugh at this
Your pen is running dry can't deliver or can't manage to finish
So, you get ahead and spit a bit, no tricks
And blow because the fans that will it pay cash for this
Claim to have an album made with lame songs and half the skills
What happened to the gray matter your brain has?
You lacking it? Or damaged it?
Cracked craniums to make sense of the alphabet?
But you're stuck saying "aye", did you have a fit?
And then brag about abilities you tackled in your text battle wins
It's sad cause this pest is here plaguing Americans
The Indians and Asians, even Spain, England, everyone
You pay for that music, then no way you will get refunds
I'll buy no sales that they got cause they pale in comparison

So maybe I've failed because their sales in the hundreds of
Thousands, to be fair sells fade as they then become
More aged, and replay every statement that they make
Hoping people like the same but one day it will end and I'm
Trying to keep working hard, to rise to the top
I'm driving a beat till it sparks to find what I've got
Hiding beneath all the normal rhymes that I jot
Why don't you read into what I write, and find out?
What I know is comedy see comics are why
I'm inspired to write and to frame my thoughts right
But these jokers aren't the "hee-hee" probably why
I want to go bat and don the cape like the dark knight
That was a rhyme I just had to put in
Not rushing to try and have as many paths to do what I do and
I will tactfully knit the facts in with mad precision
And hand you a track without bragging or cussing
Let us recall Rome ain't made in a day, so wait
I'll lay the base foundation to raise a stable artist
And maybe play the game the way it's meant to be played
In the first place
A laser focus on the words a microscopic view
Stay ferocious on the purpose write exhaustive to
Make the world observe the verses I can drop and prove
I have made this work in ways you thought that I could not, but do
Or did. Whatever

Is that it? Am I done?
Oh wait! Yeah there is one thing left
And it goes something like this
C H I C