Verse:
I'm not an optimist, despite the rumors,
I'm quite pessimistic with a great sense of humor.
And in my absence I've learned some new maneuvers.
I'm not a late bloomer, you just should have assumed sooner.
I get up at noon, hit up the boom and get tuned in,
Who me? I been movin'. Where have you been?
Shoulda been rooting for that new kid who been droppin' fruit like newtown,
groupin' youtube in with 32-bit loops, this tune is highfalutin
Hoopin' is for ballers, and ballin' is for rich dudes.
I'm short and poor but I was born to make this kick boom.
And on the 2 and 4, the snare'll crack,
and if you think I'm standing still, I'm just too far ahead, it's parallax.
So, sit there relax, independent I'm the miramax of rap, you should be wearing black.
The barren fact is sometimes the house is packed,
other times you try to gaze from off the stage and no one's staring back.

Hook:
I'd rather die enormous than live dormant, that's how we on it.

Verse (Ripynt):
They think my life is all fun and games, jokes and comic books.
Truthfully, you'd be scared to take an honest look.
It's not for faint of heart, it's been pain from the start,
so for better or worse, I became a slave to my art.
Vowed to take the game apart and doing it properly,
but that's what every rapper says when they get started, G.
Now I know that it is not my job to fix it,
but to do me to the fullest and hope maybe I can fit in.
So I mix it with that funny face, and walk around cheesin' like i'm not part of that money race,
when really I'm just tired of the tummy aches, and since take money money, take money money is what they say,
I'm thinking I'll just take yours, like what's the big deal? You can always make more.
Who am I kidding? This is not the walking dead, this is suicide living.

Hook

Verse:
I'm not a pessimist, ignore the first verse.
I'm so naively hopeful, at least until my nerves burst.
So please forgive me if my word slurs,
one and two were screwed, so we're hoping that this third works.
Terse, I'll reserve words til we come to the worse worst,
I'm applying dry wit to your third.
L'chaim, bottom's up.
My glass is half full 'cause I don't got a lotta cup.
Does it depend more on if you're drinking or pouring?
This inspiration is so fleeting that I'm thinking it's forgeign.
The artist's life is either sinking or soaring,
and it's over quick like your blink and it's four in the morning.
But we go on and on.
I'm done at 1, then I'm gone at dawn.
And in between we squeeze in beats, eating and sleeping,
just to try to reach the people and keep our feet beneath us.