Iconoclastic MUSIC VIDEO

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Lyrics:

A scholar's ink's more sacred than your blood like the prophet said,
so don't get too gassed like Don Hollenbeck.
You dream of platinum rings around a bottle neck,
& tapping easy women from the side like a pocket check.
My dreams are like Martin Luther's so you can plot my death,
but my words'll live on forever when I'm not in the flesh.
I could bet I'm the best with not a dollar spent,
put your money where your mouth is; you'd get a lot of debt.
Joe Pesci with a pen in grasp,
one day they'll say I held myself in reflection like Escher's hand.
Fire from these hands like Megaman,
I came to bring the pain, it's all a method, man.
I've always been a gifted rapper,
your bars sounding like the puns out of a Christmas cracker.
Everybody wanna come around & diss this cracker,
taking shots of(f) the whole planet like William Anders.
 
Ten toes on the zoo of the galaxy,
where Hell froze over ruins of morality.
'Iconoclastic' defining our art;
my peers never biting tongues like Billy Hayes behind the bars. (x2)
 
Fat, white & waving like the Michelin Man,
thinking that I was born to die like a kid in Iraq.
Flowing as dirty as a Michigan tap;
only respect you throwing rocks if you're hitting a tank.
Putting my heart into the lines like an EKG,
you can kiss a rappers arse while he replay me.
If you want some ghostwriting you can email me,
my split personalities'll take the sweepstakes fees.
I'm just tryna get my Mother Queen heads in a purse
while printing verses in braille so you can feel every word.
Spit sick like I'm feeding a bird,
it's so easy I might spit on a beat in reverse.
Witnessing my generation voluntarily decrease;
the pill culture forming ulcers in the belly of the beast.
I had a dream every tension ever ended in peace,
then woke up again & ended up presenting this piece, like...
 
Ten toes on the zoo of the galaxy;
where Hell froze over ruins of morality.
'Iconoclastic' defining our art;
my peers never biting tongues like Billy Hayes behind the bars. (x2)
 
Tryna find a way,
to bring light to my days.
Defining all my pain,
grind until my dying day.

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