What...the hell...is the DEAL?
You don't even know me
But whenever you see me, you present the choicest of ice grills
I don't even know your name
But as soon as I step in the place
You're giving me the "Gas Face" like 3rd Bass
And I'm cool with everybody else in your crew
The only question-mark cat is YOU!
So what's the problem?
I mean, I'm just like Jango Fett in "Star Wars 2":
"I'm just a simple man trying to make my way in the universe."
And as I navigate this Wide World of Sports in my Love Boat
I'm prepared to share my cargo with whoever's open to receive it
But your cold stares are like stalactites and stalagmites
Hitting me like icebergs, causing my Titanic to capsize
And why?
You don't even KNOW why you don't like me, do you?
Probably just off some shit you HEARD about me
You HEARD I was "arrogant"
You HEARD I was "standoffish"
You HEARD I was "abrasive"
You HEARD I was "crass-talking"
And honestly, you may have even HEARD RIGHT!
I mean, I'll be the first to tell you my ass ain't perfect
So that's not the problem
I can handle criticism
I'm just not digging how you didn't check me out for yourself
Before forming your opinion
And if you HEARD that I think my poetry's the shit
What you probably didn't HEAR
Is that I double as my art's biggest appreciator
And its stiffest critic
I mean, I feel my shit is clever and well put together
But it could always be better
And I don't amuse myself with the illusion that I'm "the best"
I ain't no Langston Hughes yet
Because I ain't paid Langston's DUES yet!
To me, my shit is what it is
I'm only proud of it because it tends to always hit its intended
audience
Those who are meant to get it, get it
Those who are meant to dig it, dig it
And those who it's meant to offend are offended
That's IT!
At the end of the day, that's all you can really expect of anyone's
art:
That it be real, honest, and from the heart
And if you think I'm a cocky S.O.B.
Think about THIS, B:
The way I come at people
Is usually directly proportional to the way THEY come at ME
And while I'm being so candid
Let me let you in on a little secret about me:
(Y'all listening?)
Sometimes.....
...I just give off the energy...
.........that people seem to EXPECT from me....
..............just to FUCK with them!!
(Ssshhhh, don't tell nobody)
So if you come at me like you're expecting me to be this cocky S.O.B.
Then I might just be so inclined to intentionally
Hit you with cocky S.O.B. energy
Because that's all you DESERVE to see
Because if your perceptions are primarily based on assumptions
Then you don't DESERVE to see the real me!
Besides, if I exposed my true self in all its naked vulnerability
Lord only knows how my enemies would take advantage of that
opportunity
So instead of that, rather
Allow me to step back into character...
[RELOADING "COCKY S.O.B. FACADE PROGRAM"....
...."COCKY S.O.B. FACADE PROGRAM" RELOADED..]
Yeah!
So if you gon rate me, at least know what you ratin'
And if you gon hate me, at least know what you hatin'
Because I'm sick of this same situation
With all this he-say-she-sayin'
And I'm sick of playing with you Agent Smiths
In this insane HATRIX!!
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