cosmicprank:
When I first got into rap,
I kept that shit private,
Til I met my guy Isaac,
I changed like the climate

We were taggin' our whole town
A couple spraycan pirates,
I bought two Technics,
Started scratchin', rhymin

Started rappin' with dudes,
They called us "Deja Crew",
It was nothin', only tryin' to charm the ladies, fools,

But then I met Chris Zurita,
I couldn't fuckin' believe him,
In Oakland watchin' him battle up dudes, delete 'em

But I was gettin' degrees,
While intermittently gettin' some surgery in Germany,
I had bars internally

Literally figuratively, there's bars inside of me,
Wanted to battle rap, but I'm in Germany, criminy

So I DJed after,
Slammed the book on that chapter,
I got too much to remark on not to be a rapper

Yeah, haha, laughter
I'm immune like Flanders
And I always rock a smile even if I'm called bastard

Chorus:
Now, what, the fuck, you think you're gonna do to me?
I'm the type of guy that's not even particularly liked by my own community
And I don't need peace and unity,
And I don't need weed and breweries,
I'm the type of guy who's kept this shit deep down in side, since like,
fuckin puberty

cosmicprank:
And I don't have an older brother like I'm Bones or Billy Eilish,
Anything by cosmicprank is 100% my shit
I'm not dissin' them, I'm just highlightin'
If you hear it, it's all me, it's how I like it

I cannot not give props to my favorite fucker,
Though he no longer walks, the damn lung cancer smothered,
Phil taught me to produce, he schooled me as he suffered,
Passed away and then his mother lost his older brother

And I'd be remiss, if while I'm on this tip,
I didn't take the time to mention my late dad and sis,
A couple more that I cannot abandon this,
A couple more reasons I flatten all antagonists

So since my homie Eric Gomey told me about rap,
I've been kinda stuck to this path like a damn mouse trap,
If you think you're gonna stop me, man, I doubt that,
See me make it, shrug your shoulders on some "how bout that"

Chorus:
Now, what, the fuck, you think you're gonna do to me?
I'm the type of guy that's not even particularly liked by my own community
And I don't need peace and unity,
And I don't need weed and breweries,
I'm the type of guy who's kept this shit deep down in side, since like,
fuckin puberty