Beat to Loop (right-click video and click Loop): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zk12_FOA3U4
Some time's gone by since I set my eye on the website that'd thrive as The dot-org died,
To say I haven't had my pride hurt and cried would be a lie, 2-week ban and losing battles caused me to rile in agony up inside,
And the fact that I prize most is despite being wise, I have the madman side like a fat man's thighs, it's always there but not obvious until you take a life-threatening manoeuvre round my Jeckyll to the Hyde,
I've been bested, battle-tested until I break and I might just have given up 'n' never risen if Castin hadn't told me shit would be alright,
See this aint about the rappin' or the ego fattenin' fappin', it's about being Barbossa with Sparrow-ass Benches and Type-1 Davy Jones's with their almighty Krakens,
Every minute I'm killable, and with each single syllable I type, my flight above the rest's more bound to get sat on by a mountain; flattened,
Ramshutu's come with batons, beat me bruised, until my smirk's confused with a blue waffle's lips; rest of me blackened.
I didn't ask to be born a genius, with the ability to read patterns,
I sit and observe the voters, gloaters, multi-accounters and the mathfan's come up against a rational Batman and what happens from the point is twisted spiral, where I go from victim to the circle jerker like the bitch right there's a landmass on Saturn,
It aint about the pain I cause, it's aimless in that regard I don't even care to be famous,
It's about the changes I see and stay in spite of; notice what's constant and adapt myself to love and hug my haters,
You vote against me abusively on a rap battle, do it again and again until I snap and break, 'cause you're envious of the way I'm never a pawn on the chess board for long; I'm a forever destined mover and shaker,
So I take a break and I let the hate flow out of my veins and learn to love the flaws of the C-o-C, I exploit as they do; vote bad, you sad? Stay mad, go run away, hope I don't see you later,
Y'all can tie me up, paint my ego like a freakshow board to hurl your jabs at 'oh RM why you write this rap right here, waa waa no one cares, you're a joke knocked off the #1 spot, yesterday's news you loser, get lost, go taper.'
You score 20 for hitting the top, you smart Alec, and I guess that's why it's called DART you matador eye-gougers, I'm the board here, glorious; you're wallpaper.