Give me your attention span
now give me the light give me the sound
give me the stage give me the crowd
giving it everything I've always done there's no question
on the box the mic came in I'm a serving suggestion
you know the way it's transposing
one bud opens up and another needs closing
I'm all for those frozen looks I usually get when I'm rhyming
cos people haven't figured me out yet but..
just look at their faces when I play with words
I go all these places but I see these people are all looking at me funny
and I'm wondering what can that be?
It's such a strange kind of feel, feeling so strange
what should I do? what should I say?
should I make some adjustments and go with the flow
be that kind of rapper you already know?
Show me those extention plans
show me the size show me the ground
show me the weight show me the sound
show me the way I'm supposed to behave when I'm rhyming
I know sometimes I might confuse you with my timing but hey
you know what they say it's the way I've been raised
I found that my school was so boring
they could've showed me books and made me teachers pet
but they never cos they never quite figured me out yet but..
just look at their faces when I'm done with words
I take them these places but my report card said I was never happy
unless I had all the class looking at me
It seems whatever I do, whatever I say
wasn't quite true it just came out that way
should I make my excuses and step to the back?