The Thief Of Always

Catch me in kitchen with a veggie fajita

A dollar bill is a bookmark in my Bhagavad Gita

I'm probably your number one Facebook creeper

A nerd rapper who knows the words to "Hit Me on my Beeper"

It's a false choice like the mind-body problem

I know I'm weird but I'm good at this like Dennis Rodman

I don't ever want to be wealthy

Wearing squirrel fur so those PETA people will pelt me with

Fair trade local organic onions

I hope I can never afford a servant to sand my bunions

I don't want an invite to Larry Ellis' functions

Be the only black dude at Donald Trump's fancy luncheons

Fuck Forbes for those philosophical quotes

On every webpage announcing your favorite rap as broke

Mainstream acts got a three count on a technicality

Fans won't buy my shit in a Sims adventure type reality

A "like" on Facebook is the pineapple of hospitality

We act like we're better than those who have less

Then cry foul when the rich act arrogant

When I dressed myself this morning I put on my smarty pants

To deal with bloggers who give my mixtape a smarmy glance

This is the wrong genre, I'm categorized as glam rock

These cats will eat me alive and make me drink the hemlock

I'm at my wordiest reading Gorgious

Pondering on life when I'm around forty-ish

Hopefully I'll have a great sweater collection and a pot belly

My kids are all maynars on some pops, your farts are smelly

I'm three-dimensional, my enemies are stick figures

I'm not trying to say I wouldn't sell out for big figures

Cause honestly I wouldn't know

My girl needs tuition money and I want to fund some videos

Truth is, that makes me hate myself

I'm too concerned with all the nonsense they tweet about

I wonder if I see Aristotle in my visions

I'm feeling mighty philosophical

I find my peers' conversations much too topical

I meant typical, or maybe tropical

Cause everybody's talking bout' spring break in the Galapagos

Welcome to my mind, I'll be your sovereign host

I prepared some hors d'oeuvres, may I take your coats?

I wish you well but I wish myself better

I wish on long distance trips I would write love letters

I guess I kind of am

On some third grader shit, colored pencil in my hand

If you like this song, check the box to the left

And if you don't, check no box and hit next

Our daydreams of meditating on rooftops and awkward tube socks

I'm a polyglot with rising stock and garden plots

I started rapping and asked what's the grand prize

Was damned to find it was some name brand french fries

I'm just as awkward around these liberal nannies

Who in their cultured knowledge offer me vegan chicken patties

Welcome to my mind, I'll be your sovereign host

I prepared some hors d'oeuvres, may I take your coats?

I'm getting deeper than Jacques Cousteau

I'm on a sinking U-boat struggling to hold my nose and

Scrambling to waterproof my prose

I'm no Aquaman or lonely submariner

I'm penning rhymes in Times New Romanian

I'm just a rhymer destined to stay subterranean

Here goes hip-hop's Copernican revolution

I remain unthreatened by tourniquets and hooligans

Couldn't crack the code, I'm no mentalist

I'm into ethics but not as a consequentialist

I feel like I'm in tune with the souls of old folks

More concerned with modern morality than tire spokes

The depressive flow, I don't know why they hate us

I quit eating meat, it seemed weird as an animagus