Yeah But I can Rhyme Though

[Verse One]: Sand, you a hard brother to figure out Recitin' rude verses takin' curses and "nigga" out Can't even bring ya to clubs Unlimited women out DJ spinnin' any ignorant rhythms you wiggin' out Isn't it a drag, draggin' round that bag that you livin' out? Cause you don't have any pad any flat any crib or house The beat of your own drum sound like a bounce to a different couch Yeah, but I can rhyme though You've been rockin' them sweatpants for 10 years What's up with that beard? Boy is that weird This isn't a war zone, fatigues are intact here Your wardrobe screams I'm the brokest cat here It screams it loud and clear You need a real career, this isn't North Korea You're livin' in a capitalist state Your capital's scarce Yeah, but I can rhyme though [Hook]: Some are rather direct Some would rather to eschew Some would rather to wreck Some would rather to rescue When none of that works Cats will gather to test you But fans will gather to check you Our melody pure and true [Verse Two]: Sand, you're buggin' not gettin' on Twitter Think of all of the fans who love the monitor Your each and every move, maybe you should consider The web traffic you'll lose for tryin' to have dinner Without an interruption every second I doubt You'll mind the extra attention when your record is out Don't you feel your reluctance to travel the regular route Could leave you left out? Nah, cause I can rhyme though Ummmmm You're not exactly a backpacker You're not a gang banger You're not a swagger rapper You're not a hustler but you're not a slacker Not a half stepper but you're not a kappa You're not a trapper even though you kept a Trapper Keeper You don't hug the block or smoke a lot of reefer You're not a pimp, you're not a hipster Even though you got a lot of sneakers, you don't fit the box so how you gon' get out the speakers? Good thing I can rhyme though [Hook]: Some are rather direct Some would rather to eschew Some would rather to wreck Some would rather to rescue When none of that works Cats will gather to test you But fans will gather to check you Our melody pure and true [Verse Three]: You're too big, you're too small You're too dark, too short, you're too tall You're too poor, too old you're too young You're too slow, you dunce, you're too dumb And life ain't fun, but here's a little fun fact What you're tryin' to get done, nobody's ever done that How ridiculous, reachin' for stars You can't even stare at the sun jack Yeah, but I can rhyme though You know what? Fine; shine Maybe I'm mad because your future's brighter than mine And you man enough to slander the standard standin' in line Cut the complainin' and the moanin' and take a hold of your moment in time And that's the thing some people despise Not even that they tryin' to pull you down, they really just tryin' to pull you aside Anybody who says you're out of your mind For tryin' to be somebody, somebody you gotta remind That...