Y U Gotta B so Sensitive 2 My Aura
Intro: Hey J Dub
What could you possibly do to top this?
This is some of the cray-cray shit
that's ever been dropped on wax.
You know exactly what you're doing
Everyone who came before you
Should just bow the fuck down.
*Hook*
Why you gotta be so sensitive to my aura?
J Dub: We straight out of Beverly Hills
with this one right now, let's represent, oh.
One of the toughest questions to be wrestled
on this earth, man
Is how not to upset the precious auras on these girls, man
Do me disservice, makin me feel I'm worthless
Inversely clearly they be, hella, hella hella hella nervous
They must think I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo
But how many dorky Thom Yorke-y guys up in here tho
Too many, if you ask me they should disappear, yo
Or at least cease their post-post modern fear, yo
Yes, I be the essence of the verbally blessed
Your quintessential adolescent experience like Herman Hesse
Best rapper alive? hmm well I digress
I don't rest. I search the earth to find my tigress
This is the next Beck's loser,
Uber ales, Cali's where I rest
It's feelin great to get this off of my chest,
which is hairy, I'm very much a wizard
I'm cooler than a truck of Choco Taco's in a blizzard
So many thoughts of suicide,
but it's my gift to give you
this bonus track
so pass the Patronus
cuz I'm the boy who lived
*Hook*
Why you gotta be so sensitive to my aura?
Perfect Storm,
Perfect Storm
That's the how I enter the game with perfect form, yo
My roots is indie and I'm jonesin' for that real shit
Like some old school Germs or Kim Deal shit
Or even some Why Are We Building Such A Big Ship?
It's like all the true artists got the pink slip
Shot from the booth like Lincoln,
Don't think that I don't know what you're thinkin!
Ok, a hippie dippy kid steppin into rap, sure.
He's just a smidge better than Blondie's rapture
But since we are afraid of the coming rapture
Let's buy all his albums and see him on tour.
Yeah, I'll thrash you out and then I'll let your wounds fester
Grade A, but outcast, treat me like Hester Prynne
I'm in it to win it to your chagrin
I won't do myself in
cuz I'm an Infinite Jester
Ugh, but I ain't read that book,
maybe one day I will come up with a thousand page hook
Look, I be the captain, if you ask why
I come in through your bedroom window,
Teach you how to be fly
I got the pixie dust that she be asking for
I don't need to use a muthafuckin Ru-Fi-Oh!
*Hook*
Why you gotta be so sensitive to my aura?
What could you possibly do to top this?
This is some of the cray-cray shit
that's ever been dropped on wax.
You know exactly what you're doing
Everyone who came before you
Should just bow the fuck down.
*Hook*
Why you gotta be so sensitive to my aura?
J Dub: We straight out of Beverly Hills
with this one right now, let's represent, oh.
One of the toughest questions to be wrestled
on this earth, man
Is how not to upset the precious auras on these girls, man
Do me disservice, makin me feel I'm worthless
Inversely clearly they be, hella, hella hella hella nervous
They must think I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo
But how many dorky Thom Yorke-y guys up in here tho
Too many, if you ask me they should disappear, yo
Or at least cease their post-post modern fear, yo
Yes, I be the essence of the verbally blessed
Your quintessential adolescent experience like Herman Hesse
Best rapper alive? hmm well I digress
I don't rest. I search the earth to find my tigress
This is the next Beck's loser,
Uber ales, Cali's where I rest
It's feelin great to get this off of my chest,
which is hairy, I'm very much a wizard
I'm cooler than a truck of Choco Taco's in a blizzard
So many thoughts of suicide,
but it's my gift to give you
this bonus track
so pass the Patronus
cuz I'm the boy who lived
*Hook*
Why you gotta be so sensitive to my aura?
Perfect Storm,
Perfect Storm
That's the how I enter the game with perfect form, yo
My roots is indie and I'm jonesin' for that real shit
Like some old school Germs or Kim Deal shit
Or even some Why Are We Building Such A Big Ship?
It's like all the true artists got the pink slip
Shot from the booth like Lincoln,
Don't think that I don't know what you're thinkin!
Ok, a hippie dippy kid steppin into rap, sure.
He's just a smidge better than Blondie's rapture
But since we are afraid of the coming rapture
Let's buy all his albums and see him on tour.
Yeah, I'll thrash you out and then I'll let your wounds fester
Grade A, but outcast, treat me like Hester Prynne
I'm in it to win it to your chagrin
I won't do myself in
cuz I'm an Infinite Jester
Ugh, but I ain't read that book,
maybe one day I will come up with a thousand page hook
Look, I be the captain, if you ask why
I come in through your bedroom window,
Teach you how to be fly
I got the pixie dust that she be asking for
I don't need to use a muthafuckin Ru-Fi-Oh!
*Hook*
Why you gotta be so sensitive to my aura?
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Writer(s): Jonathan Weiss
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