I’m rocking
Stop with the pop ‘n’ locking
Shocking,
I’m sure I’ll get shot like Tupac Shakur!
I’m pure evil, relieved I’m only equally lethal
As I believed I’d be preceding my sequel
Jeez.
Freaking heebie-jeebies creeping, keeping me perceiving,
Breathing in reverse immediately think I need a nurse.
It’s a curse of the person I am
Returned to my personal plan
To eat a whole personal panned
Pizza!
She’s a land ho, grab my piano and my canvas.
Like Van Gogh, hope you know I go ham when I practice.
My rancid and hazardous work is a satire
Hold you for ransom in cannabis? Damn you’re a bad liar.
Still, higher I rise. I’m wise to the firefight
Fight or flight, right? Wish I could find why I cry at night.
I’m John and I have problems, two more than I could hobble through
Cobble wounds to stall then fall awkwardly into solitude.
I constitute probable cause for colossal profit.
I pop off when I talk like I’m mocking a bottle rocket.
Hock a loogie, excuse me, I’m not doing too hot;
Burning up like a yule log, I need a moment or two to cool off.
Let me quickly brew a fresh cup of java.
Continue spitting over Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata.
Gotta moderate my hollering
Tolerate all the bothersome fodder,
Fetter the honor of the almighty dollar.
Scholars all agree, they concede that I’m something special, see?
Especially exceptional expresser of obscenities
Read with envy again, an expression of free speech,
Hidden sense of effervescence never said to sever me
I referee the seven seas of my emotions, oceans away
Lazily skate home with an open bottle of Ocean Spray–
“Bro, what are you even talking about?”
I ain’t got no complaints
That’s why I don’t debate
I pray to God, you know I ain’t no saint.
I’m not a saint but I do command reverence
Pay penance; it’s a blessing just to be in my presence
Sentences are awful wordy, you heard me, this isn’t effortless
Nemesis wound up in a gurney from my eloquence!
Evidence says I emanate big facts
I’m not selling weight but I elevate these tracks
Gotta meditate, brainiac taking no naps
No slack when I levitate, dodging your flak
No crap, my skill’s packed up to another level
Gotta mention, my pension is subsidized by the Devil
I’m sensing my verbal presence, my methods will leave you guessing,
Until I cut through with the sound like murder weapons.
My potency’s unparalleled, very well into poetry
Locally I’ve been known; I’ve been doling jiggery-pokery
Totally in the moment, I motivate all the rosaries
Get ’em up in the air ‘cuz on the floor is all the hosiery!
These people all been bugging, I’ve got locusts on my stoop.
People saying that it’s bogus, that my mind has flown the coop.
But you’ve noticed I’m a pro with no opponents, that’s the scoop,
So I’ll do my hocus pocus and I’ll pass it to the focus group.
“Hey John, we finally got the focus group report
They seemed to like the simple beat
But thought the song was just too short.
Your lyrics are abstract, so they’re easily overlooked
And your feature was fresh as hell but you still kinda need a hook.”
Look.
First and foremost, I write songs for me.
Won’t catch me bending to the will of the simple majority.
I normally abhor the poorly-formed, immoral formula for scoring
Fans from Portland, Oregon to Orlando, Florida and sure,
I’m more interested in sticking with my normal flow
“Oh my God, John, you sound like such a freaking Scorpio!”
And so the story goes, I’m so opposed to staying stagnant
So let me say my piece with the preceding tonal fragment:
Sit tight, I got a midnight insight
It might get a bit of wit up in your insides
Pick a silly kid to diss, it’s not a roast
Fidget with the silverware, it’s not a toast
Picking up a pulse, gotta bolster the both of ya’
Host to the most copious flow
Hoping to rope in the GOAT, go get a coat, soldier
I’m on a roll, go catch a cold shoulder.
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The Mockery & The Method Lyrics – Alterego