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Sorting Hat Slytherin Sorted Narnia Deported Every post flagged, downvote, or reported Lyrics so assorted Revolution core kid Filling more holes than a shinigami sword did No it's not nerdcore Just me rapping Even if the lines have the weeaboos clapping I can make it happen Any time or place Just draw the red line when you think it's time to race I am geek, plus black, plus heavy with the weapons Outsmart Kyurei? Man, I don't really reckon Spend a second before beckoning The courage to be threatening A legend in his element You're meddling with elegance Start Replay the game from the boss fight Attitude matching altitudes of a lost kite Raps art deco, never mark ecko Life span like the tail end of a gecko Hero in the burbs, villain in the ghetto Doesn't phase me, I've been N!NE from the get go So please just let go Of my eggo You sket hoe Got a ton of fuckin' issues with the current day I've got no interest in doing it the current way I came from lands afar to build and protect And now I struggle keeping tidy in the building I rent I heal what I wreck And summon zen to chill when I'm pressed I'm still in the test While everybody's failed it and left But when I'm done I'll be rewarded with a j for the stress And a whole lot of anime with spaceships and mechs Was raised to respect a woman never treat her like an object Funny how I haven't fell in love yet Subject change Mage with a ninja blade I'll spin ya faves, I'm radical I bring the blaze I'm too strong to scare NineOuh make you say it like a nom de guerre Nowadays people talking like it's wrong to care Well you shouldn't bust a missile less it's bombs to spare Oh you heard about the album, well I'm glad you're impressed I've been busy leaping bounds like there's an S on my chest Been a struggle not to drop a killer verse for the check But I'm too stubborn dumb & proud to make the best of this mess Go to school and get a job when you're done And if you don't? You're fuckin' out, this ain't no prodigal son There's too many other dreamers out to win what you want So better flaunt what makes you different lest you be flipping buns Well artistically I can't miss a beat I been a dynamo at rapping since the little leagues So when you list the feats You better pick the beast Cuz I'll be here destroying tracks until they sick of me 'Bout as over it as Chadwick is I'll take a knife to my persona, fuck a bandage bitch How the hell am I supposed to even brand this shit? A geeky rebel with a knack for Asian languages? A rapping middle weight who's out to liberate the proletariat until they have a comfy dinner plate? Nah Fuck that I want the pie to myself I don't need a bleeding heart to stretch a hand out for help I'm a silver spoon, trust fund, spoiled brat, gov's son Punching at the air without a pair of fighting gloves on Never been the type to prove that I'm the hardest But everything I write's a shooter aiming at a target That mean I'm accurate with it Too clean too immaculate with it This that broke driving home in ya Acura riddim Yea I'm a rapper. Who isn't?