Post Nihilism

[Big Baby Gandhi] Uh, uh, Uncle Gandhi Could you tell us a bedtime story please? What, Gandhi on that Slick Rick shit Yo I go this one story (What?) I got this one story, kids But don't let, don't let your mom know I told you Yo, it go like La di da di, I am the Gandhi I cause a lot of trouble and I bother everybody I'm just a kid that's on the mic (Word) But when I rock mic I rock like rock pipe (damn) If I'm on the block with the guap im aight But I ain't got the guap so I'm not Feel me, feel me, feel me, feel me This is the real me which is still the ill me You know, what you say you kill me I laugh at you Let me repeat back at you (ha!) Ha, Gandhi It's obvious, you know who the Gandhi is Influence like lobbyists Sean, copy this Being poor in New York is the hockey sticks I'm an optimist, settle for floppy tits More drive than a floppy disk Next up like Rocky 6 Spit cocky shit I don't think I love myself I think too much and I drug myself I drink two cups and I clutch my L's I get two bucks and just bust myself What's the deal how my guts never feel malnourished Yo I look like a baby White people think I'm crazy Cuz they crazy How they played me Look what they game made me Ain't ashamed of my name I'm ashamed how the game be The aim is to be as plain as can be Ten dollar chain with the T, that's me Thousand dollar chain is where I want to be A much nicer shirt is where I want to be Material things give me new identity One and then the two, and then the three Life is weird Rap's a joke Reality's a joke I'm broke as fuck Got no luck Feel like shit Need to cop more stuff Capitalist mind state Rappin' since '98 It's all I ever do Now I'm the best at what I do What's really real and what's really true? I listen Melle Mel and I listen Ice Cube Never had a good day Grew up in the hood way Trying to live like how the hood say Didn't realize until much later that the world was much greater Freed myself but I got to touch paper Busted, hate, I got trust for my neighbor Room in my heart, just doing my part An eye for an eye make the whole world blind Said the guy who so fly he can drop a sunshine When I was 16, I rhymed about society Poverty, and other shit that bothered me Now all I know I can't go to sleep I said I'mma rape the beat, Odd Future Nah, nah, I'm too nice Young Kama Sutra Flow, shows, O's and hoes, clothes, all the Baby knows