[Intro] [vinyl crackle, sampled piano loop, boom bap drums] [Verse 1] [male rap vocals] Singing, to be fiending and rapping all the time Rap caviar, you rap because it's intense and you need to de-stress You rap because you think you're better than all the rest You rap because you want to put your mental health at risk You rap because there's a very good reason your life's like this, a mess You rap because you're mad and you need to make some sense You rap because your kid needs diapers and they cost half the rent You rap because there's just not enough time to sing a lullaby You rap because there's just too much pressure on your mind, goodbye You rap because it's time to step in the ring and dance this last dance You rap because the beat goes on and on and it puts you in a trance You rap because your dad never came back home and mom never thought to pat you back What, wick, whack, burger patty stack, you wrap Singing a song, you rap because you suck at singing along Broke, so no six-pack, now back of the class Doesn't matter if you need glasses, we'll pass If your teeth aren't straight, no braces We'll take you to different places The place where you gotta be estranged and like Babylon Or scrubbing the floors all day long Take me back to the land of milk and honey Making money, I'm the chosen one Chosen to get it done in a free-flowing now in a flow state, uh About to have my fourth kid, let's procreate, uh Recreate all the many life lessons, the dreams The jamming sessions, all the things in life that give you dopamine All the epinephrine and norepinephrine that you need Wow, I can't even remember what those are like Are they hormones, bacteria, or something scarred? I don't know, but they seek revenge on my mind Sucked into drugs and visuals, get out my life We using AI to bring it to life and that's a lot of contention for people making it right Yeah, old fashioned boom bap on a wick-whack ripped off track With the vinyl record needle on the back going round and round And coming back around like a repeat song The kids will sing along once they know the hook It's like reading a book or riding a bike Our words take flight, E.T. phone home Here we come, Drew Barrymore on the talk show and yeah When I walk down the carpet I want to feel like a million bucks Like J-Hud, pocket like when they, uh Have a celebrity show and everybody walks down like they on a tightrope People singing a little jingle-jingle, get me on the team I can't even do make up or fix editorial screens But I'll show up and rap my heart out Put me in the hall school's out, we out But yeah, school's never over 'cause the party's just begun And we getting it done so, let's go Freestyling on the track, I think that's the third time around Loop it back, dig through the milk crates and pull out something great, uh And don't forget to procreate, uh Making love is the name of the song Just kidding, that's not the name of the song We moving on, peace
