Mitch Gundrum - The Gifted

Ladies and gentleman, I give you the gifted
Tried to end up buff and biffed it
Tough titties, light-weight cuz my soul is lifted
I walk face-lifted but knock face-liftin'

My lick of business is a tidbit different
I sleep deep and I dream, scheme, it's all in the script
And it's scripted in my genes, encrypted
Diverged and evolved, emerged, divulged, genetically drifted

See, I'm a little bit narcissistic,
Mystic, misfit, mass-appealing, masochistic
I spit with gall, it's cool to call me a sick kid
Addicted to thinking critically and physically afflicted

I mix nouns which sound terrific
And verbs specifically picked to get you to flip your shit
And every word in this verse was strictly writ and quickly spit
Witness 'em hit your incus all lickety-split

I'm thinking 50 million disks would be shipped
If it weren't for the era wherein kids won't buy a hit but pirate it
And I don't blame us we're products of our environment
The FCC sold its people for Pai's retirement

And I know what I need but I guess it ain't a requirement
An angel, and heaven-sent but better believe I'm fire-bent
Hell-bound, try not to deal in the dryer lint
Fuck the fuzz, buzz me up, it's 'bout to be dire quick

I'm living my life lucidly
And I choose to do it something that you're not quite used to-ly
Music lately is foolish but that ain't how it used to be
If all your crew got is Gucci, then you're of no use to me

Just kidding let me get you a booster seat
And excuse me for being cocky like rooster feet
Can't be removed, it behooves you to get used to me
Schmooze your boos' grooves, pikachus, they're choosin' me
Running in loops, fools duck-duck-goosin' me
You got ship to say, better boot up a mutiny

I don't make laws and force other people to swallow em
I got my cause, meaning, purpose, path and I'll follow em
No sense in wallowing in your worries and woes
Squandering dollars and moments, you oughta make no apologies
For your wandering, hoping to squat a home or to borrow
A golden ticket or lottery token, bothersome odds have stolen your

Only chance at happiness, life is a disaster
Looking to be lauded but lately you're met with laughter
Drown yourself in the laudanum, maybe feel better after
Mind and body are raw and numb, hanging clause from the rafter

I'm not a rapper, but a raptor
Instinct, extinct, ever-after
Take the same title, add a brand new chapter
Truth to capture, now get ready for the rapture

Written by:
Mitch Gundrum

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