Oaths
[Hook]
Yeah, it’s on point
Yeah it’s alright
Yeah, it’s on point
Yeah it’s alright
[Verse 1]
But it disgusts me
Yeah, it’s disgusting
If we’re discussing
This cussing kids throw around
Like a discus sling
Let me break it down for you
While I’m discussing in raps
They just diss, cuss, sing, and rap
And it’s autotune rapping
Everybody follows suit, and falls into trapping
Everything they wanna do’s appalling too, trashing
Role models who they should be paying homage to
I’ma make their Waterloo happen
Follow through in all I do, I got a true passion
A novel dude with lots to do, I’m on the move, have been
Since momma’s womb, man, turn it up to 11
We gon’ be touching the heavens like the Apollo moon landing
[Verse 2]
And I’m rapping
So I’m running from the system
But it’s something dumb when it’s
Another hundred of ‘em spitting
Who are loving what they’ve written
Like it’s cunning, but it isn’t
I’m another one, but this is
Not a bummer, son, I’ve risen
To the number one position
With the bars on lock
Like the one who runs the prison
And if none are gonna listen
So what? You can think
I’m nothing, but I’m quitting
Only under one condition:
If the sun is done existing
Yeah, and son I’m a magician
Kill it as a wizard, no avada kedavra
It’s more abracadabra, and I don’t just curse
So, I’m packing big words in elaborate stanzas
The kid first, don’t get mad at the data
Eh, not really tho, well
It’s just fun to say, and lame if you’re not feeling yourself
So, what’s the dealio? Well
[Hook]
Yeah, it’s on point
Yeah it’s alright
Yeah, it’s on point
Yeah it’s alright
[Verse 3]
I might just blow out of nowhere
Like the horns in the last verse
When I make a four-minute track
I’m performing it back
‘Til my core and my back hurt
And then I do it more, 'til it fractures
I can be sore, but with practice
I’ll soar like a blackbird
Never conform to the average
Norm, when I rap
From before I was actually
Formed and attached
To a cord, ‘til I’m ash, burned
From when I was stored in a sac
Til I’m mourned at my casket
I’m scorching the whack jerks
From when I was born and then slapped
‘Til I’m forming my last words
From when I was worn in a strap
’Til I’m forced in a black hearse
Don’t get it backwards, I said
[Verse 4]
From the nursery, ‘til I’m in dirt, I’ll be
Verbally murking these jerk emcees irking me
‘Til they’re internally squirting, ensuring they’re
Hurt irreversibly, certain emergency
Burning these surly peeps worse than the furnace heat
Sure to be hurried to dirty infirmaries
Nurses be nervous and worried the burgundy
Surface emerging’s the third degree burns that need
Curing or surgery urgently
Adversity burdens me certainly
You heard of me, nerdy absurdity fervently
Working beats for an eternity
Sturdily vertically surging deservedly
First to be perfectly wording the verses, the
Worker bee earnestly blurting the words that keep
Burning these turds like the herbal tea
That someone’s guzzling thirstily
Verbally kill it, like troubling murder sprees
Sure, it’s me versus the muscly jerks you see
Stumble and curse and just mumble eternally
But you’ll see further, they struggle with courtesy
Humbleness, currency, a couple of burglaries
Exaggerating with double hyperbole's
Just agitating and subtly perjury
'Cause they’re under oaths
But I’m above that
It’s fun to boast
And I love rap, but – that
No profanity’s a daring approach
But my parents are both
Listening, and I’m aware of my growth
But promising not to curse would still be swearing an oath
[Hook]
Yeah, it’s on point
Yeah it’s alright
Yeah, it’s on point
Yeah it’s alright