I'd go by my government name, but would that sound as real?
Noah Abraham ain't exactly got that crowd appeal
So Mr. Weston, tell the people how you feel

I'm here to tread dirt on their network like Howard Beale

I'm mad as hell and I ain't gonna take it

I shake the hand the ancient man prayed for the rain with
You slave for the A-list to pay for your facelift
I put a hole in a Skrull then wait for the shapeshift


But I ain't even know what I was in the middle of
Til I was tagging autographs in a British pub

It's so cool to say that you don't give a $#&@
I give it up for the people that don't get enough


I'm still reading every comment that y'all ever give
But for the record, though, it's not because I'm sensitive
I don't do this %#@! for me, even if I disagree

I find the truth between the positive and negative

But $#&@ the tomfoolery and cartoonery

You're not moving me unless you put a harpoon in me
Nah, don't pause that, I'm off that
I want a grown-up to show up whenever Mom Googles me


Cause every night when my blinds get closed
My trouble mind's frozen into nightmare poses

Sometimes I get worried that I ain't more
Than just an oversized child with his highchair broken


My body's young but my brain's older
It's like your lil' man Soul was the Van Gogh of the Crayolas
I stopped caring if I stayed kosher

Jehova made way more serious %#@! to pray over

I'm 40 years of desert travel in some leather sandals

You're soft as Tevin Campbell lighting up a scented candle
See, if I put my foot down, it turns cement to gravel
You're excited, but get frightened like Jesse Spano


We don't stop when the odds are against us
So these suckas getting dropped from the census

I have never made a single song for the senseless
Guilty as charged and applause for the sentence


Word on the street, Billy got his shoes jacked
Til he got a new gat, then he got his shoes back
Let me elevate how the modern dude raps

All I need is one bar like "Allahu ak-"