My Name is Accent

You don’t know my name You don’t even know my name You don’t even know mine It’s Accent, like how it sounds when you speak More important than what your mouth really means Or what comes out, or what you spout when you’re recounting your schemes Or what you’re ‘bout, it’s just the how that makes the crowd wanna scream Just imagine that you’re passing out of towners and it seems That they’re blabb’ring, lips are flapping none but mounds of some’ obscene But the connection their expressions have’s profound and so pristine That you’re astounded ‘thout the knowledge to have found what drowns beneath It’s deep, so while you’re clowning with your peeps And prob’ly pounding countless drinks, you’re bound to frown or pout and squint Like what’s his style? What’s up his alley? Just renounce that downward think Your wil’in’ pals should now be wowed by vowels and consonant when they cling I’ll shout from mountains when I sing, clouds surrounding everything And y’all dumbfounded and confounded on the ground a thousand feet Or miles from me, galaxies from you repeating what I’m saying ‘ven if you could how would you quote me you don’t even know my name You don’t know my name You don’t even know my name You don’t even know mine My name is Accent, ‘n’ I ‘on’ do the dirty route S’ you ‘on’ gotta take offense, yours true has a curse-free style S’ we ‘on’ gotta make amends, oh phew no terms be foul I hope I just made a friend and you’re wooed, purr, me-ow Let’s fly to 8010 or only zoom to 3012 See ‘f I’m still bangin’ then ‘n’ if they knew my verse be wild ‘n’ if you think I ain’t makin’ sense and what I threw was pure senile That’s why I ain’t make A CENT like you took my first C out Me llamo ‘ccento, Je m’appelle Accent Is mi lehagy and Hebrew I really want Moye imie niemuvich, Yog hietur dialet Mi nia za vud Accent and I didn’t get German yet Watashi no na mae wah Acc, wo jiao Acc Che e rumun Acc Im ni da, Pom chu Acc khrap Ji ne lan go Accent, rinki aisho… By now, you should be screamin’ out I know his name. But you don’t do you? No You don’t know my name You don’t even know my name You don’t even know mine I am Acc the kid rapper, bit dapper, ain’t no lip flapper Nor a mess babbler, spit that but not a bib haver Get rather acquainted ‘cause what I’m aimin’ at’s Hipper Hop in all of its glory, see what I’m saying Jack? I’ve claimed this nack for organization and gorgeous placement Of some forward phrases put into rhythm for your amazement Before your hatred incorporated with morbid anguish Come to force your faces toward to the stage in a form that dang’rous I’ma storm the nation and spawn an ancient and foreign agent That’ll forge my basis with more contagion for y’all to play with Born in York the latest and fought with players of sports that played us Balled in courts with neighbors and bought our favorite assorted flavors