It Isn't He...

And I'm just doing my worst chick
Had to call me out, I said "nobody is perfect"
It was written, I excerpt it
Don't quote me on some shit I said but watch how I word it
Nothing I said is something original
And by the time they reckoned it they was subtly spiritual
I spit it lyrical to you woke individuals
Existentially driven dread is indeed but subliminal
Me? A miracle since birth, it's a burden
Can we turn me up like yo, I still haven't heard him
I just like words and timing with which to work em
Interspersing some rhythm into verses, just cursing
Like fuck you and your person, your dog too, you dagwood
Haven't fucked your mum but I'm telling you your dad's good
That should be punchline of a fat hook
But it'll get em reading the fucking lyrics of my rap book

Forced to take psychotropics by the state
So I need a new belt, it doesn't agree with my weight, great
Mood is stabilised look at you through hazel eyes
While I'm talking shit, spit, flow is full of brazen lies
Stay applied while I'm writing these words kid
You might think it's stupid but I think it's worth it
Truthfully I could be doing worse shit
You don't have to listen man, not my fault you heard it
A wordsmith on the beats that my mate makes
Recording my shit speaking that was a great take
Shit is neat, life it doesn't get better
Than 2 grown persons having fun together
Don't need currency for creativity
Make a better scene than Jesus' nativity
I'm a diamond and you're just going "isn't he?"
I say it's they, you say it's them, just saying that it isn't he