Waitress

I like to say my records always try something new But really all i’m doing is trying on costumes I’ve been Ashworth, James, Lopatin, in brief Now I’m a mix of Aesop Rock and The Streets But comparing to Aesop i’m not as verbose While for streets I’m far too monotone All these getups are a constant scream Saying I’ll never fit into my favorite scene See? My beat made of microphone squeaks Is my valiant effort to stand out and speak My pointless vision that’s still probably been done In a thousand million different ways and then some And still here I am faking emotional Turmoil for the sake of my next tutorial Eighty five beats per minute and swearing Wandering through words like a dog on the prairie My simelis belittle me, shrill production tries to save it In all this masquerade I’ll one day find that I made it That’s all rap is, producers in a pissing match To one up each other while some faggot flaps on it You don’t even know if I believe what I say I’ve steeped this in layers of costume fabric and blades You could cut yourself on this edge I display But if it’s ironic that means it’s ok And by the way, have you seen inception Make connections to fans with a pop culture reference Smash that like, because the corporation’s dead Spew forth into the endless free market we’ve bred And wait for a commune to grossly take form And become the one percent, say they’ll keep us all warm If we sell our soul, but they’re only buying If you’re mind and body is fit for supplying Hear that? I’m a smooth jazz waitress Tripping over the lower lip of my braces I’ll try rhyming for more than two lines and ace it Even as I run out and it’s senseless as aphids