Bits (pt. 1)

[Verse 1] Mmmm... melancholy appeasement Is better than the feeling in my head I'm trying to lean towards betterment I'm trying not to feel forced sentiments It's kinda like the cinammon challenge And everyone's like, "I can do it!", then you're spitting and off-balance And balance is key for your battles, you ask me The last three to battle me just balanced on asphalt And that ass fell But I as well, dry spell, desert Cos I don't do invaluable endeavours So I'd rather be present and president of my tail feathers By my goddamn self, whatever Clever, yes I am My letterman jacket is the whole damn alphabet The Greek-Roman alphabet Heiroglyphs, Malkovich, climb inside my mind And have some Alpha-Bits Speak or do calculus [?] Yes I have a calibre I don't take phallus or [?] status And not hummina-hummina conversation stamina I mean common denominator chatter Interests, teach me something That keeps me wanting to keep learning to keep coming Back for more, score, flaws, I don't see 'em Like floors of mausoleum with the door closed So leave your insecurities in your car or something Or a bank safe, I dunno Or hide 'em like Banksy We can talk about 'em Go 'head, see I'm open to business, but it's never goddamn business time Seriously