K.I.D

Once again kid static with the spirit to show Spherical prose, returning to mic like boomerang throws Twist your mouth like curls that the hasidics know Chemist trimming your nose hairs back with acidic flows Sick with it so, i continue to go Brag to anyone who listens even if their interest is invisible Sending a note out on airwaves, just using my throat Man that doesnt sound good but that's my story so I'm sticking to it, but man who the hell am i kidding Rapping about rapping is like braggin about pissing I can do this shit well but say you can go to hell If you think i give a damn, whether or not you listen And the three fans i probably had just jumped ship Cause i inflicted insults on my demographic Which consisted of my moms, and my girlfriend Who doesn't exist, but don't nobody have to know it Beats, rhymes, spit lines It's what my life is, and that's fine Dork of course, but really, don't mind Thrift store clothes, still manage to outshine With a wink a smile, i overpower your senses One in a million, still doing it for the children A positive influence, i think we should give him A plaque, just for being so, so.... Kid static, k to the i d, s-t-a-t-i-c Come to the computer lab, that's where you find me Kid static is the name, if you need some ID 6'4" frame, mad game, this man is frightning Kid static, k to the i d, s-t-a-t-i-c Come to second city, cause that's where you find me Along with multiple women with fat heinies Pardon my condition, got a one track mind see Feeling a little slow today, not in the literal sense But more of a physical, spent type of critical thinking Examining me and feeling that tiny little bit shrinking Away from the day to day dealings but thats okay I just go to the lab and sweat those thoughts away On a BOOM BAP kick, your man static Self medicates with this music thing every day Its better than any chemical you could ever create Even taking a syringe, drilling it deep in your veins Then injecting pure ecstasy, heroine, freebasing Coke, meth speed, mainlining thc Can't come close to beating what this music thing does for me But i'll try anything twice, if you're offering Softening bones with alcohol, getting tossed again Headache on waking up, please hand me aspirin I'll take it with some jack, oh damn im trashed again, what's happening? Am i joking? i probably am, it's not likely Sorry i just emptied my stomach on your nikes It's not too unsightly , if you want my opinion It kinda complements the color scheme quite nicely Kid static, k to the i d, s-t-a-t-i-c Come to the dark side that's where you find me I'm addicted to making these beats grimy Watch your back, my legitamacy is climbing Kid static, k to the i d, s-t-a-t-i-c Anyone who knows the truth, knows where to find me On the, right side of the line, i combine the Knowledge of spike lee with the distraction of shiny Controlling thought to the extent your energy's spent By the time you find i make any sense Ain't no defense for me, but you somehow seem convinced That you can hide from my glare, but my stare is intense I drip venom and spit flames Keep time by beat rock, better than any grandfather clock Ripped denim and thin frame, cut a path by swinging fast Except my pendulum drips stains Quick gains, i'm coming up in leaps and bounds Sinking down, the pressures really peaking now Give a heathen shout, now i'm ready for my beating Unsteady with my breathing cause i'm freakin out Be devout, and i am so passionate I'm opposites, peacemaker, but i'm talkin shit Nice guy and scumbag, balancins so bad Like a sinner trapped in the body of a catholic K to the i d, s-t-a-t-i-c Come to the battle field that's where you find me Get shot nine times but i'm fine see Blood loss doesn't bother me, cause i know how to rhyme g