Take Advantage Of The Naysayer

I'm the type of dude to wear a protective layering
Preaching loudly about the journey and the laboring
I just want to die in the name of something great
Now, I don't wanna die at all
I wanna grow and expand and consume whole galaxies
Strong black man, moonlight ? caterpie
Strong black man, two stepping to reality
Strong black man, who can't seem to grasp the handling
Of Reality
And it's peaks and valleys
And peeling wallpaper and bald haters
Everything smells like staircase piss
White people on spaceships
Barechest and face lifts
It's all horrifying
And I'm caught codifying my at home deities
And eating banana pupusas on regan's couch again

Listening to the Method Man song, but act like my dad is asking the questions

Is it real son, is it really real son?
Load it up and kill one, is it really real?
Do you know the deal son?
Is it really real son?
Want it raw deal son?
Is it really real?
Is it really real?

But honestly, who can say?
I remember the art museum where Mike Eagle found Dubuffet
I remember Meridith blessing me with Jean Genet
And blowing my old life kisses, bombs away
I remember packing an apartment in the three bags
And driving across God's knee caps to lord knows where
More bored than scared
How I portioned the orphan's share
Or learned to be the burden bearer
Working the titles of my biography, I'm probably not the rapper for you, no

Listening to the Method Man song, but act like my dad is asking the questions

Is it real son, is it really real son?
Load it up and kill one, is it really real?
Do you know the deal son?
Is it really real son?
Want it raw deal son?
Is it really real?
Is it really real?