Yung Khaleesi

[Verse 1: Marc Goone] Young Diplodocus Opposite of focused Wake up load the bowl and hope that I compose an Opus Smoking loco doses Same color as Hulk and locusts Sulkin' low esteem So dopamine is needed Overdosage So precocious know this That my flows is so ferocious Oh shit here's a toast to folks who said I was a joke and hopeless Y'all got inflated numbers Bunch of Sammy Sosa's A few of you in every city like some Ponderosas I know I'm supposed to blow the roller coaster gettin' closer Won't blow up in St. Louis 'till I move out to Hermosa So let me Pose a Question cuz I'm SingSong I'm Kim Jong to Ding Dongs who think Hip Hop has been gone Y'all is asinine go masturbate your flaccid minds Its fappin' time been flagellated with saturated crappy rhymes That's why I'm here When you graduate from cashing dimes And gravitate to real I'll tell you get your fucking ass in line I'm ready for my time to shine You get on because your city Ill get on in spite of mine Bottom line I'm all about the "I" like Iodine I'm dyin inside I'm high I'm flying My own worst enemy I am mine I simply tend to be sedentary like I'm a Centipede But i vehemently defend my tendencies Will ya remember me like I'm a Kennedy Obscenities cover the inner me I'm condescending and befriend to better me Somebody tell me that we were not meant to be simply entities for the infinity [Hook] I know its coming Yeah I know its coming Ooh I know its coming to me Every day I feel I'm running Sacrifice like bunting But I'm moving nowhere it seems I know its coming Yeah I know its coming Ooh I know its coming to me Now I don't have nothing But fire in my stomach Something like a Yung Khaleesi [Verse 2] Ay yo you always been an awkward dude How could you pursue it? Aren't you Jewish? Shouldn't you be on the other side of music? Im like "Stop it dude, Your talking to a Goone without a lot to lose" In my noggin got a lot of screws inside thats slidin' loose And Hip Hop is not defined there's not a box of rules But I'm trying to bend them anyway Young Hemingway trying to sing it many ways Any day, I know that Ill blow but 'till then I'll wait The opposite of confident And I'm convinced that I'm completely incompetent in matters of the common The problem is that now I'm in Hip Hop I'm seeking compliments My confidence is tied into my rhyming Never was popular I come across as cocky overcompensating Not about to let you see me doubt it I gotta be more calculated countin' down to compensation Conversations now about my wallet Like "how do you stay on your feet workin' one day out the week?" Explain to momma the amount of pot that Ima slang a week I'm aiming for the peak I can't decide if I'm climbing not to see the world But so they see me ACT a 31 yet you refer to me as dumb F-A-C-T by 31 I'll basically be flirting with retirement Another thing to master and grow tired with There I go again dabbling with fire but [Hook]