Poster Boy

[Hook x2] We here to set the vibe for the day Watch how we play Live is the way we live Sorry for the delay The Mascot for have not’s And despising the decay Of hip Hop And it don’t stop [Verse 1] Sick of the sun rise dying to birth this dismal darkness Bathing in sunshine at every chance as a starving artist Living 3/4s of the dream (more open to things) Dodging Scorpion Stings do to the intricacies of the rhyme scheme (Bring legs to the table) to take a stand we demand change (Though The Climates unstable) open hands can expand range I’m finding it a challenge just to listen To the blisterin cold spittin of the talent less division Inflicted with inflated narcissism promoting a heartless Vision that will eventually lead to selling souls for an imploding Mission The greed and self aggrandizing of these broken pistons Exposing the loathing of one’s self is a desensitizing Advertisement And while smiling you keep buying all of the Lying that they’ve written While I’m here trying to be an upright citizen with the gift I’ve been given [Bridge] The poster boy for artistry Walking the fine line of the Sky line to share a part of me Crowned by Divine right se hindsight has taught me To take it to the edge of my head and skydive Its so live to be alive Simply brilliant Today’s made for bet laid plans Just put your hands to the ceiling and take it there Who cares if they stare don’t fight the feeling We’ve broken bread between us now We’re family spilling calamity candidly [Hook] [Verse 2] Mythical Tales of trivial triumphs told To boost physical sales And the Carp is biting The old has become classic the new to become plastic Igniting a generations melting while Honoring the most average Patron Empty elixir to a savage nation You’d think it was the Catalina wine mixer the way their salivating Most waiting the emergence of greatness Knowing that their purchase worth it and Worthy the bless the eardrum surface Illogic here to spread a hearts worth of artwork Along with blockhead who lays the undertow where the sharks lurk (Master of the voice box) Beats knock like the cops came Lucid limericks mimic the precision of tidal waves Me and sound found a little hide away With just enough space for my style the play In the obscure Depths of the ocean Floor Flesh I dabble in everything that you long for And the a lot more where that came from [Bridge] [Hook]