Check my style, check check, check it out
Check my style, check check, check it out
Check it out yall, Check it out yall
I will never fall, this is protocol
To my mind at least
To my mind at least
I’m indecisive, is this the nicest
Of feelings that the world has to offer? Lemme splice it
To a yin and yang ice age, founded on truth and ideals
Entice reality to a point where everything is surreal
And I can’t tell if I’m sober or if I overdosed
Endorse the product coast to coast and overboast
Riding on the rower’s boat into the land of the mist
In my overcoat, never believing in the supernatural
Because if it was sensible, the reason would be practical
Activists will massacre
Tactical thought processes, enacting in ways radical
You see it all unfold on afterschool cartoons
The bane of unimaginative existence I’m known for my persistence
People groan in every instance I grow some extra inches
If it was their way they’d postpone my life in this existence
But I’m on airways so I’ll spread condolences for misfits
May not succeed but I risked it, because the other choice is nothing
And that’s so obsolete, I’ll choose the pop fly over bunting
Don’t understand like popeye grunting, insert pun about the spinach
Overdone or overcooked, but I’m too zen to show a grimace
Listen, this is a simple rap for clarity
Listen, I will connect all the disparity
Check my style, check check, check it out
Check my style, check check, check it out
Check it out yall, Check it out yall
I will never fall, this is protocol
To my mind at least
To my mind at least
They wanted me to go in so, I snuck in through their window
Looking mad and got madder when I asked where’s the Nintendo
Like hello? Gamecube? You don’t have the necessities
I ditched them while they called the cops, too high of an intensity
Grounded out and mellow, I ain’t lookin for an argument
But no, I’m not paying for your stupid made-up armistice
Our country is militant in instinct, and worships the ass
Of the rapper on pinkprint, even now it’s hard to think it
What about Watsky’s and Wasalu’s? All the quality they offer you
Is lost and impossibly grander in honesty, and blossomed too
They’re too preachy and I fit in with the bunch
I’m more flattered than insulted that I can deliver a lyrical punch
I’ll choose fire, ice or thunder depending on what’s most effective
But due to clear misconception I think dynamic was elected
Listen, this is a simple rap for clarity
Listen, I will connect all the disparity
Check my style, check check, check it out
Check my style, check check, check it out
Check it out yall, Check it out yall
I will never fall, this is protocol
To my mind at least
I hope you're checking by now, because...
I've told you in like, two other choruses at this point
Grit my fangs and walk into the classroom, hello children
Divert your attention towards me for a second and please listen
Don’t diss me for a second, I promise I won’t be phased
My name is Mr. King, I’ll be your substitute for the next few days
Now graze the worksheet that I’m handing out, it’s relevant to your next assignment
The upcoming unit will give this whole course some perspective and alignment
And if you have any confusion, please walk up straight to my desk
I’m a psychic with acupressure, I will relieve you of your stress
A little boy walked up to me and said “I didn’t hear the instructions”
So I punched his fucking face in and gave him a massive concussion
The class laughed and the bell rang, it’s time for lunch so they left
Including the boy once on the floor, standing up as if my punch had no affect
I watched him as he exited, then noticed an astral spirit
Floating in the space he departed from, too scared to motion near it
Class ended, and I went home, then I came back the next day
And sure enough, the phantom still was there, no sign of going away
Now I know you’re searching genius, so let me save you the trouble
This is about our educators living life inside their bubble
Exerting no amount of trouble to comprehend our inner demons
Providing punishment for lack of adaptation throughout the seasons
This guy a rapper or a dr. Seuss? Why, need a prescription?
Not enough capable people for a meaningful petition
Listen, this is a simple rap for clarity
But all these people are so scared of me
