True Nen (feat. Open Mike Eagle)

Before I wrote my first rap

I learned how to be totally silent

Made a necessity of virtue

And gallivanted as though pious

Gee golly, that sure was dumb of me

These Nike gum soles sure are comfy

Oh God, there I go stunting

Good Will Hunting

Or good Will Mitchell

That is Riley Lake

I pull out two blades

And decapitate a smarmy snake

When I moved to LA my father gifted to me a broadsword

He said use it in times of peril

My mentors are two dark moors

With more direction than dartboards

We use our minds like pencils

And we dress like spice merchants

Preaching black aesthetic gospel

Michael called it art rap so you wouldn't find it hostile

Kenny Segal freaks the SP rather well

We be zoomin', he got that true Nen

Kenny Segal freaks the SP rather well

We be zoomin', he got that true Nen

I feel like Basho with this vest on

Scratch that I feel like Hisoka because my head's wrong

I don't drink Pepsi Cola because my teeth aren't strong

And I write rap songs for a living so I don't have health insurance

This machine runs off hood magic and endurance concentrate

I'm conscious of the pain and choosing to giggle quietly

All my niggas are miserly

All my niggas are miserly

All my niggas are miserly

All my niggas are miserly

That's true

Kenny Segal freaks the SP rather well

We be zoomin', he got that true Nen

Kenny Segal freaks the SP rather well

We be zoomin', he got that true Nen

He do

It goes

To the beat of a rhythm that you'd resurrect a Christian army to

I didn't rap on Ken Can Cook cause I missed the barbecue

Listen, listen argue positions, defend your barstool

If you live in the desert pretend to carpool

I live in the desert except there's large pools

We're easily confused

Used to pledge allegiance to crews

And now I'm reasonably amused

Every shade of blue is included in every story line

With highly rated footage of Tiger losing at Torrey Pines

My heart's in a quarried mine

I've decided to leave it when the bottom is needed

I shouldn't be excited to see it

That's kinda conceited

I see it, I could concede it

I specialize in pyrokinesis, or whatever

That's the kind of drivel I would write you as a child

And now I'm in the straight shoes

Pick up a grapefruit and tell it, I hate you

Your face cute, but your kiss is sour

I get my predictive power from this liquid hibiscus flower, ow