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[Verse 1]
Now I don’t know why you would imply that I’m a regular guy
I’m assumin’ that you’re zoomin’ in with secular eyes
Whether or not I try to fit in, I’m resistant to an image
Though I’m admittin’ the hoppin’ and hippin’ has hit its limit
Then what’s my incentive? I see a need to be inventive
Every sentence I’ve written will exhibit to all you dipshits
This script hits hard, and if your armor isn’t fitted properly
Honestly, you’re probably a target for gimmicks
My brain sizzles like an egg up in a skillet
Do what the hell I mari-wanna dude, fuck a critic
I’m ownin’ every moment of this scrimmage while I’m in it
Since long life isn’t, second chances ain’t a given
The tickin’ doesn’t quit until the minute I’m finished
Clocks and watches limit options – I’m infinite in spirit
Spaced out, but every asteroid Pat avoids
With tactical poise, decoys sit back and enjoy
A mathematical track from a Radical Boy
[Hook]
I don’t give a fuck about a dollar and a dream
No puppet on a string I’m a (Radical Boy)
Not quite gutter, though I’m far from a sucker
Did I stutter mother fucker? R-R-Radical Boy
All in all I know I’m pretty odd, yeah dawg, but I’m raw
Though flawed, I’m a (Radical Boy)
They ask me what I’m doin’? I tell ’em being human
[Verse 2]
So Kanye’s a god? That’s odd, cause I’m agnostic
The science of my rockin’s impervious to a prophet
Hip Hoppers Anonymous is ominous as politics
Deep pockets put improper logic into prominence
My talk ain’t cheap, but not a fee you can quote
If you’re thinkin’ I’ma charge for what I wrote – I won’t
The dimension I was sent from, this we call a sacrifice
Where karma revolves around us all like a satellite
[Bridge]
[Verse 3]
Fuck lights, camera, action
You hear me snappin’ like there’s no tomorrow
Almost as if every breath is borrowed
I walk a separate echelon, no level that you’ve ever dawned upon
So when I descend, guess what I’m steppin’ on?
Capitalist rappers who be masterin’ shit backwards
I’m grabbin’ your attention
Whether cash I’m catchin’ afterward or not
See A&Rs scavenge for the average come lunch time
No appetite for talent, what a punch line
Imagine it – I’m laughin’ so bad I split my abdomen
Like someone accidentally swung an axe in it
Muggles wanna rumble when they never took a magic class
Asshole – Go pull a whole hat out of a rabbit’s ass
It’s kinda sad, these little lads follow fads
While I’m runnin’ fucking fast
Trying to duck under the underpass for cover
Where others wanna wonder why I’m cussin’ mad
Really? I don’t have half the patience your mother has
So while you fakers stay complacent in this Matrix
I’m draggin’ down the drapes if I should happen to escape it
These Hipster-Aid cases got you mother fuckers wasted
Let’s unlace the Kool-Aid, trace it back to the basics
With sick verbal content, dizzy lyrical concepts
The instrumental’s ill, and my skill is the onset
Complex view, loose screw, new void
This imagination coup is proof that in fact
Pat Bat-tle is a Radical Boy
[Hook]
Yeah and so it goes, I make masterful noise
No mere pioneer, I’m a (Radical Boy)
Acrobatically leap into the beat, yeah dawg
And it’s kinda like my job to be a (Radical Boy)
It’s clear that I’m weird, still lend me an ear
There’s no need to fear, I’m a (Radical Boy)
Hearing is believing, I’m a practical choice (Yo, check it out)
[Refrain]
Anybody with rhymes, I got rhymes too
More live and ready to out-rhyme you
Who? Me – I’m a Radical (Radical)
Stolen property on an audio odyssey
Make no apologies, cause I’m Radical (Radical)
Radical – Radical? Radical – Radical
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