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[Hook] This is me [Verse 1] Allow me to reintroduce myself My name is Anacron - phonics induce how it's spelled Writing songs and making music produce my wealth Cause I'm an artist breaking rules in the booth by self I'm not a follower, never been a conformist When you're guideline's formless, possibility's enormous My art's a polymer putty that's hella muddy But I still create beauty with whatever I'm given, buddy This defines "good music" That underground, Liemert Park to Silver Lake infused with That Whiskey Teeth, Culture King, browsing Fusicology Hashtag-"Now Playing" trending topic, follow me Find me on Twitter, I'm a rhyme freon spitter Hyphy, icy-cold flows bold bro's throwed 'bow's to I'm finna show you how pro's do, it's so true Gallery's a dope crew, and Anacron's the GOAT, fool [Hook] [Verse 2] My mindframe is Unfamous It's not a label; it's a lifestyle, language And love for music, not that lack-luster lameness It's not exclusive, any open mind could claim this Natural for the nameless; underdogs anonymous Those with open eyes can see the underground is ominous What happened to the bond in this, what happened to "community" Busters at the top ditching unity for immunity I'm a writer and a breaker and an MC I'm a DJ and producer, and it's in me That L.A. mentality to signify my family ties Understand me guys, I am Hip Hop personified Ahead of my time, futuristic messenger Blessing them since '89, now they're barely catching up Rappers singing hooks now, sagging tight jeans But I bet they can't get down like me on black and white keys [Hook] [Verse 3] Damn fool, you don't know Anacron yet? Man, you're wrong Bet I'm more shell-shocking when I'm rocking than a 'Nam vet Going off from the on-set I could dumb it down or clown around spitting grammar complex That sideways talk ought to balance or get checked When you talk to me, you'd better come politically correct Cause uh, I'll White House you And I ain't got to fake on what I'm all about, fool I'm a warfarer jumping out of your mirror If you call me out, Peanut Gallery torch-bearer I rep my set, forget the rest Loyalty's my best quality from breath 'til death Down for the homies, my partners are like kin to me And I could be your best friend or your worst enemy It ain't no in-between, I'm down to hold a grudge We could get along and grow or we could beef and never budge
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