Killin' It

[Hook] Middle finger in the air, shouting mother fuck what's coming Us dudes will settle in and cause a mother fucking ruckus (x4) [Verse 1] Sifting through hoards of droors I've lost my conscience It's not a contest morbidly bored nonchalantly causin havoc Starving artist lay carnage on these pseudo artisans Niggas is too foolish, stupid suited up ungarmented As barberas large caramel tits Stardom and varnished kicks is niggas motive for spittin these lyrical bars and shit Thoughts tarnished as steel bars I wield hoards of them We wield swords against Plump fat niggas resortin to sorcery Destroy the future, I'mma settle in and make a mess of it Main intent is progressing shit, influence adolescent kids We the opposite of tentative, limits are kind of limited Atypical syndicate, three syllable lyricist I'm never trying to even kind of impress a bitch What I find impressive is you niggas arm wrestling Stupid niggas let the system get the best of you [Hook] [Interlude: Steve Jobs] ...And you can change it, you can influence it, you can build your own things that other people can use. And the minute that you understand that you can change it - you can mold it. That's maybe the most important thing - to shake off this erroneous notion that life is there and you're just going to live in it. Versus embrace it, change it, improve it; make your mark upon it [Outro]