Yeah, the oldest trick in the book
I'ma get mine by hook or by crook
I should be sitting by a brook
Or looking at the paper in a breakfast nook
I've never seen a lunch cranny
The way he rocks mics is truly uncanny
And he brings his own, other rappers too clammy
A happenstance habit picked up before the panny
Yeah, one of my crutches is whimsy
Yo, none of my dutches are flimsy
A lot of borogoves are far too mimsy
Catch me at a show it'll be lit... dimly
Minimally cynical, I'm still working
The Celtics would have won in 2010 if Kendrick Perkins
Didn't get hurt, yo I'm still not over it
The last thing my raps are is sobering
Yeah, I've got a question
Why does my internet connection make me feel so pedestrian?
Yo, I'm in a quandary
It seems feeling that way has become a fait accompli
The modern man kills time
I'd like to find a couple ways to keep mine alive
Hm. Do you have any in mind?