Ventura County

(Yeah)
(Cart)
(Aye)
Aye
No doubt I’m a nerd, ‘til I’m down in the dirt
I’ll get down and be working these tedious hours
Not scouting and searching for easier routes or
Just pouting and certainly being a coward
About getting served, I just eat and devour
I’m spouting the words with my speedier power
I’m outta this world like a meteor shower
Know how to be heard, 'cause like MediaBrowser

I’ve been branded explorer
Dammit I’m Dora, been rapping in order
To jam and record, and the plan is to tour
'Cause I am a performer who has it in store
In the back of a drawer to expand it for more
So I build cocoons, it’s a familiar tune
When I’m jamming the chords. Got a silver spoon
But most people aren’t even having a fork

I won’t have it no more! Dammit, the war
Going back and then forth with the cannons and gore
And the famine galore and the scamming the poor
In the land I was born, I can’t stand it, the horror!
I know that in my core
I’m a man of my morals and can’t just ignore
That this crap isn’t normal, I’m standing up for ‘em
And slamming the door on my lack of informing

And shout out to y'all
Who just head to the booth and go spreading the truth
To better the youth, I’ve been getting a new
Perspective, it’s true, I’m indebted to you
I admire how y'all rewired my thoughts
And inspired a lot of the fire I got
'Cause I have been taught since I was a tot
That the higher the odds, the dryer the shot

But I’m tired of talk about firing shots
Like why’re you fraught
About buying a watch, and acquiring yachts
Blind to the cost of the items you’ve bought
They’re tying a knot and it tightens a lot
As you climb to the top, and I’m trying to stop
Every rhymer’s facade by rhyming, but god
The irony’s all too much

But if you’re a clown
The worst around, Ventura County
I’ll search the town
You’ll get turned around, as sure as how the
Planet Earth is round
And my girl is brown. If you’ve heard about me
You know I ain’t coming for the crown
I just murk the sound, 'cause it’s worth the bounty

I’ve had a surge of power and
Courage to counter the urge to cower
Emerging out of the blurry crowds you see
Surrounding me, working, bound to be
Heard. I’m boutta be first, undoubtedly
Turning out to be nerdy, loud and
Absurdly proud of the words I’m shouting, the
Turds who doubted me surely now can see

That they were mistaken
Yeah
Not tearful and sad 'cause of your hating
Not fearful of that, I’ma blurt statements
And
My peers showed me rap, for the duration
Of my teens, I just heard amazing
Earfuls of that clever word arranging

Aye, aye
Since hearing of rap in the first grade, been
Dreaming of fans who would learn what I’m saying
And hearing them rapping it verbatim
Now words are my religion
So spiritual that it could hurt Satan
No, lyrical rap isn’t forsaken
Miracles happen in verse making
(Aye, bring it back)
So spiritual that it could hurt Satan
Lyrical rap isn’t forsaken
Miracles happen in verse making
And I’ve been around
Like spherical, having a curved shape, in
The worst case, I’ll know how the dirt tastes
But still be in first place

I'm fashioning art from scratch like vandals are
Santa Barbara my birthplace
Planning far, like the planet Mars
And the stars from the Earth’s face
Feeling amped up, more than ample bars
Got some battle scars like a knight’s face
Hot as flannel scarfs or candles are
'Cause I handle bars like a bike race

Handle bars like a motorbike in overdrive
I’m the coldest, like I’m polar ice
And I know I’m fly, like a poltergeist, when I hold the mic
Roll the dice, like it’s poker night, as I go through life
So polite when I go recite on an open mic
Gold and ice and the clothes are nice, but they’re overpriced
Placing health over chasing wealth, every quote I write’s
A coaster ride, gotta brace yourself like an overbite