Who I Am

Chorus do you really know who I am?/I ask you this/I ask you this/and do you really know who I am?/I ask you this/I ask you this/do you really know who I am?/I ask you this/I ask you this/and do you really know who I am?/I ask you this/tell ‘em Glen/Bobby/my name is/Antix V1 what you think about the lies/that I/have spitted I/know there is no music/in the musings of the simple minded/and you can find me/with my fingers on the pulse/f**k a pope/I speak when I convulse/epileptic rap/like an attack/of the thoughts in my mind when I try to told ‘em back/and yeah you judge me/censor me/then love me/but f**k that/I'd rather have Kesha on a track/ghost vision/I move through the system/unheard/coz you people just don’t listen/but you will now/ah yes you will/the great unwashed/now dote on my appeal/and no I’m not an arrogant man/well yes I am/its ok/be yourself/in time they’ll understand/you can the call me Rushdie of rap/the Hitchens of smacking you bitches out my kitchens/the Dawkins of stalking you awkward little orphans/the selfish gene keeps me talking/and I’m walking big steps like a sasquatch/there’s two types in life/the ‘aves and the ‘ave nots V2 I fall like a black stone/strewn from the night sky/you can’t explain me/so kneel at my wayside/stand like a stone wall/you bob your head to/head sprung/automaton/'til you bled through/life trickles down my eyes coz I bleed sense/run the bulls/kill the picador/I see red/so here I am/the voice of youth/the unspoken/I sing this one for you/so wake and bake in Alighierian inferno/the molten/state of your pace/coz you burn slow/and me/the man on the pulpit/illuminator/get your mother**king eyes open/time ticks/to the rhythm of the rich/the poor wait around and just watch the s**t click/time slows to the rhythm that I bend/the world waits around to watch Antix represent V3 it is with no regret that I look upon my life/old enough to know/that I’m young enough to die/and old enough to know/that my music will provoke/an army of the ignorant/one can only hope/I’m sick and tired of the ignorant admired/the foolish on the pedestal/rented out for hire/so dah/dah/dah/dah/dah/dah/ f**k Sarah Palin/and Glen Beck/and Bill O'Reilly/custom-made flows/I compose for the circumstance/rap circles around you/you call it the circum-dance/my whole world come together in formations/synchronized/symphonic arrangements/I’m making/fluidic flowings/I Figaro these poems/they f**king fly out of my face/like a Boeing/so kick/a-lick/a-lick/a lot of clever s**t/ballistics that I spit/come intrinsic like my wit/I love this music/I was put here to protect it/Antix/cleaning out the s**t/like I’m septic