True Nen

[Intro] (x2) There is a me there is a you, and absolutely nothing else Your favorite rapper talks too much about his fucking self [Verse 1] I use my mind like a dull pencil Rap reminds me of the Water Temple What's the missing Link? Or Missingno? Fuck a cold shoulder I'm from Chicago where it's frigid though It's the paily pale paladin who Only writes down the really real happenings to Tamper the sound of my soul's own rattling Wrote raps that read like Russian spy plans Claustrophobic like fat people in MRI scans No disrespect Keep any heat by the fine China dinner set Your man's caught the chill and it ain't even winter yet Daaaaaaaaaannng [Verse 2] Now we in Boyle Heights wearing goose down coats Learned a few lessons to not talk loose 'round folks or Deploy metaphors comparing years to tires spokes That's trite You're eating tripe and bragging I Take a bite of pita My pants are sagging I don't want to discuss the Feynman Lectures I don't give a shit about the glow zone Wrote my illest rhymes on a GoPhone To this day I'm playing Snake to jog my memory Incredibly pompous my origins are top shelf Spent experience points on stealth, cunning Silence and exile to your left is a big pile Of dead rappers and coded slappers in my genome [Outro] See that's like a punctuation mark, ya feel me?