Once again kid static with the spirit to show
Spherical prose, returning to mic like boomerang throws
Twist your mouth like curls that the hasidics know
Chemist trimming your nose hairs back with acidic flows
Sick with it so, i continue to go
Brag to anyone who listens even if their interest is invisible
Sending a note out on airwaves, just using my throat
Man that doesnt sound good but that's my story so
I'm sticking to it, but man who the hell am i kidding
Rapping about rapping is like braggin about pissing
I can do this shit well but say you can go to hell
If you think i give a damn, whether or not you listen
And the three fans i probably had just jumped ship
Cause i inflicted insults on my demographic
Which consisted of my moms, and my girlfriend
Who doesn't exist, but don't nobody have to know it
Beats, rhymes, spit lines
It's what my life is, and that's fine
Dork of course, but really, don't mind
Thrift store clothes, still manage to outshine
With a wink a smile, i overpower your senses
One in a million, still doing it for the children
A positive influence, i think we should give him
A plaque, just for being so, so....
Kid static, k to the i d, s-t-a-t-i-c
Come to the computer lab, that's where you find me
Kid static is the name, if you need some ID
6'4" frame, mad game, this man is frightning
Kid static, k to the i d, s-t-a-t-i-c
Come to second city, cause that's where you find me
Along with multiple women with fat heinies
Pardon my condition, got a one track mind see
Feeling a little slow today, not in the literal sense
But more of a physical, spent type of critical thinking
Examining me and feeling that tiny little bit shrinking
Away from the day to day dealings but thats okay
I just go to the lab and sweat those thoughts away
On a BOOM BAP kick, your man static
Self medicates with this music thing every day
Its better than any chemical you could ever create
Even taking a syringe, drilling it deep in your veins
Then injecting pure ecstasy, heroine, freebasing
Coke, meth speed, mainlining thc
Can't come close to beating what this music thing does for me
But i'll try anything twice, if you're offering
Softening bones with alcohol, getting tossed again
Headache on waking up, please hand me aspirin
I'll take it with some jack, oh damn im trashed again, what's happening?
Am i joking? i probably am, it's not likely
Sorry i just emptied my stomach on your nikes
It's not too unsightly , if you want my opinion
It kinda complements the color scheme quite nicely
Kid static, k to the i d, s-t-a-t-i-c
Come to the dark side that's where you find me
I'm addicted to making these beats grimy
Watch your back, my legitamacy is climbing
Kid static, k to the i d, s-t-a-t-i-c
Anyone who knows the truth, knows where to find me
On the, right side of the line, i combine the
Knowledge of spike lee with the distraction of shiny
Controlling thought to the extent your energy's spent
By the time you find i make any sense
Ain't no defense for me, but you somehow seem convinced
That you can hide from my glare, but my stare is intense
I drip venom and spit flames
Keep time by beat rock, better than any grandfather clock
Ripped denim and thin frame, cut a path by swinging fast
Except my pendulum drips stains
Quick gains, i'm coming up in leaps and bounds
Sinking down, the pressures really peaking now
Give a heathen shout, now i'm ready for my beating
Unsteady with my breathing cause i'm freakin out
Be devout, and i am so passionate
I'm opposites, peacemaker, but i'm talkin shit
Nice guy and scumbag, balancins so bad
Like a sinner trapped in the body of a catholic
K to the i d, s-t-a-t-i-c
Come to the battle field that's where you find me
Get shot nine times but i'm fine see
Blood loss doesn't bother me, cause i know how to rhyme g
