Bits Pt. 1 - Jean Grae

Mmmm… melancholy appeasement

Is better than the feeling in my head

I’m trying to lean towards betterment

I’m trying not to feel forced sentiments

It’s kinda like the cinammon challenge

And everyone’s like, «I can do it!», then you’re spitting and off-balance

And balance is key for your battles, you ask me

The last three to battle me just balanced on asphalt

And that ass fell

But I as well, dry spell, desert

Cos I don’t do invaluable endeavours

So I’d rather be present and president of my tail feathers

By my goddamn self, whatever

Clever, yes I am

My letterman jacket is the whole damn alphabet

The Greek-Roman alphabet

Heiroglyphs, Malkovich, climb inside my mind

And have some Alpha-Bits

Speak or do calculus

Yes I have a calibre

I don’t take phallus or status

And not hummina-hummina conversation stamina

I mean common denominator chatter

Interests, teach me something

That keeps me wanting to keep learning to keep coming

Back for more, score, flaws, I don’t see 'em

Like floors of mausoleum with the door closed

So leave your insecurities in your car or something

Or a bank safe, I dunno

Or hide 'em like Banksy

We can talk about 'em

Go 'head, see

I’m open to business, but it’s never goddamn business time

Seriously