Chiptune Euphemism

Uhh, Lil Kydd...
Let's do it

Since I'm lyrically rich
I'm not in need of a milli;

I dare you to find
One with more skill. (more skill)

I'm like Dr. Seuss if the
Cat in the Hat of his;

Ran away smoking cannabis and
Came back to lyrically kill

Dropping collateral
Like bass in Skrill's music;

And have all remaining lyricists
Find me ill

With no felonies
No background check;

Only eighteen
Dictionary on deck

And that can happen with school
Work ethic;

And all this other stuff I'm expected
To tell the younger kids

When you allow me to
Put my two cent in;

Best believe I don't care 'bout
The hundreds

Keep it real
Stay on, never under it;

And keep going until you're
Six under, kid

Watch your peers get dumber
Every Summer;

And spontaneously come out of nothing
Bringing the thunder

I'm yelling timber at all of these
Quote-mark killers;

And coming for every one
Of them like a once-ler. (once-ler)

Allow me to drop the
Onomatopoeia sodomy;

It's probably improper phonics
To watch a wannabe

Try to go
Toe-to-moccasin;

With this innocuous-looking
Proper G...

And that's synonymous with harmless

For all the fellow artists
Who wanna call me confusing;

For choosing to drop
A seven-dollar word here or there

Some leave their two cent, I got
A pocketbook to spare;

Cause I remember being
An indentured servant

To the idiot box
The other kids would all talk ill of me;

"Who is he? Watching anime
Sucking at little-league?"

I took solace in screens and moving
Pictures;

The rap game seemed to be missing
A couple pixels. (pixels)

I turned heads expressing
Some views that were different;

So when was that synonymous with
Self-righteous hipster? (hipster)

"Let's dismiss him
The kid's got issues";

"Fatherless suburban
What does he want, a tissue?"

Kids would try and give me
A penny for all my thoughts;

Saved a couple quarters and
Earned myself a continue. (continue?)

...It's only clean rap;

That I be soliciting
I'm sticking to the D-Pad

And the set of buttons
On either side of my free hand;

Play my life correctly
And you earn yourself a free man

While I'm in the studio
Perfecting my bass line;

Mother's working two game cabinets
At the same time

There's no such thing as
Middle-class frame of mind;

I'm on my grind, got beef?
Take a number, get in line

So tell me...
Why y'all did it;

Wrote me off as a weirdo
From the beginning

Inadvertently creating
Your own villain;

An alternative rapper
And his chiptune euphemism

This is for the elementary
Kids who gave me mood swings;

For the middle school kids
Who'd rather that I groupthink

For the high school kids
Who say my flows are too advanced;

Power up by power up
I'm picking up a few things

Sometimes my life
Is so confusing;

I gotta stop and clear my head
So I can really do things

So if my goals are crazy to you...

Let me get one oar out
The water;

There's a screw that needs
Loosening

Kid who's ignorant of his
Own past;

Lived his pre and post-adolescent
Years behind a mask

My confidence is a false
Bravado;

Put a brave base on first
So I don't finish dead last

I often treat life
Like a game;

Quit, die or game over
I treat it all the same

It's how I cope with my fear
Of death;

Cause in a game, you continue
To oblivion;

In an ambiguous
Plane

While in real life
You're stuck;

Hitchhiking memory lane
Watching your life tick away

Cause when you're living in
The suburbs;

It often feels like somebody's
Trying to make that clock accelerate

It was a struggle but
I keep myself together;

Spitting over the haters
And spitting under the weather

Spitting under the beat
But spitting under the pressure;

That I give myself
Each pep talk is an angry letter

And that's how I took the
Criticism;

Just try to focus on the
Message and whoever listens

Because hate it or love it
There's never gonna be a difference;

Enigmas wrapped in
Chiptune euphemisms

Life is a game
I take serious;

Yeah, I may crack a joke or two
I may talk slick

Got a line from front door
To back cabinet;

Cause life is one extended metaphor
I can't afford to miss

And Im'ma keep spitting
Spitting for all the kids;

For all the nerdy hipster kids
Who share the corner that I'm in

And when I'm on my last quarter
You can rest and reminisce;

About this little beat that I'm in
Lil Kydd