Blessed are the uninvested, hard to impress
Listeners with fingers itching to press skip
No matter your skill metrics checklist, I'll have you feeling the
Freshness, like being pelted with zest bars and breath mints
(Who) Jasper Brown, real name, no gimmickry
Flow differently, gripping a microphone invokes wizardry
Still a fiend, tongue twisting, iller schemes
Punchlines scripted like that Baby Boy one hitter quitter scene
3-0-1's the code of my area, barely a
Blip on the rap radar but the various
Mixes I grab play on ain't 'cause of a cash payoff
I bless selectors with the tracks they want
Same taste-makers still playing favorites, only gave
The time of day by way of Rollie waving in our faces
Debauchery, funded by the dollars we gave 'em
While enabling their mockeries of poverty
Said let the peasants be some cake eaters, that made us scrape
Deeper than the fame seekers, and now we wake sleepers with
Brain teasers that shake speakers
You negate the gatekeepers when you make heaters
So yeah, do you pal, ain't moving my bowels with
The food you chow, I'm about my projects word to
Coo Coo Cal, getting my bars up, I thought that I would've
Been finished with rapping like I'd used all my gauze up, yet I'm
Still at this, still active
Limbs crackling, over the hill has-been
Or never was is what I'm dubbed
Still doing what I've done 'cause it's what I love
Still at this, still active
Still a thrill rapping, can't kill passion
Can't kill passion, so I'm still at this, yo
For majority, art form preservation pales in
Comparison to real life problems and priorities
Old heads and peers romantically pine for
Golden years with cryogenically frozen ears
That Buggles tune proved to be prophecy
Folks consume and process music optically
Videos self-financed, filmed and directed
For viewers who can't focus attention for fifteen seconds
It's like you gotta master marketing, stand atop a block
For auctioning or sacrifice your raps as offering
Giving away high-quality product for free
Should honestly sign consignment deals to sell CDs at Dollar Trees (yikes)
And social promoting is miserable
When you prefer having a profile less visible
Greater intrigue bred more in-depth interviews
Biographies kept short as a sentence or two
Through internet instituted a set of different rules
Offered intimate views of artists you respect and listen to
That access given abused by cats thinking it's cool
Spamming their links at you, demanding to link with you (Bruh)
Suppose when there's more cons than pros
You ought to just let it go then, but heart provokes pen
And the flow's advanced a better showman
Rap age equivalent of Blanche Deveraux's friends, yet I'm…
Still at this, still active
Limbs crackling, over the hill has-been
Or never was is what I'm dubbed
Still doing what I've done 'cause it's what I love
Still at this, still active
Still a thrill rapping, can't kill passion
Can't kill passion, so I'm still at this, yo
