Life is dumb, so often times we must establish some zen
My lack of friends gives me need to grab a pad and a pen
And get my status to send, all the raps through the end
Of this, sword defeater, for either, cackles, laments
I just brandish my friends, imagination and emotions
Sometimes I think hard, sometimes won’t even focus
Sometimes I write for rhymes, sometimes I’m writing poems
Sometimes I scribe thoughts, sometimes I’m only quoting
And voting, for lines to hold in sixteens
Picture vocal spit schemes while my potent ink bleeds
I’m known for simply…well nothing at all
Folks around me think I’m lost; I’m always stuck in my thoughts
My feathers ruffled because, I’ve weathered stuff from laws
Never moving birds, I’m flipping them at rappers that talk
About stupid things while I’m micromanaging flaws
Listen to old groups that sing to dig like cavity starts
Sometimes, I prefer to kick back and take notes
Synapses take hold of relapse to space old
Inactive breaks mold to an axon straight glowing
Then the product comes out as just facts my brain spoke
Sometimes, I like to think of a noun that I can ease in
And for infinite bars make that sound the antecedent
Just deliver it hard, without a plan or reason
These raps tend to be part, of a round of practice pieces
Sometimes I’ll also go out on a lyrical dip
Take a swim in the abyss evolve empirical lisps
Not imperial with this or even mercantilist
Materials from my head, raised up all these verse from kids
Sometimes I like to dumb out, tell a story pull a gun out
Write violent Bull, equating to levels on Punch Out
Turn ‘round, say “give me hugs now, you look a little rundown”
Flip personalities like Santa shared for north and the south (bipolar)
We run mouths, for fun, don’t mean much in the end
Sometimes it’s real thoughts, sometimes it’s just pretend

{Ebrahim sings the hook line from "What You Won't Do For Love"}

And that’s a good point too, some do it for popularity
I do whatever’s there for me, enjoy it? Then I’m very pleased
There’s scarcities who’ll listen, that’s be patient and stop
Cuz most people live their lives always waiting to talk
So if my voice is heard or not, I’ll just take a faithful leap on
Xenon, Neon, we on, noble bread, known valence we (huit) bond
Don’t promote myself to be a genius or a phenom
Just the coolest MC, this side of Irish Freon
Mon nom, pose comment dit on, and Kweku is how I respond
Most will hear and be wrong, and I’m like whatever peace on
Never getting hung up, there’s solid ground to plant my feet on
And I’ll grow with those down, head to the atmosphere and beyond
And we gone, 2011 until my decomp
And we gone, gimme a second it will not be long...