I'd go by my government name, but would this sound as real?
Noah Abraham ain't exactly got that crowd appeal
so Mr. Weston, tell the people how you feel
I'm here to tread dirt on their network like Howard Beale

I'm mad as hell and I ain't gonna take it
I shake the hand the ancient man prayed for the rain with
you slave for the A-list to pay for your facelift
I put a hole in a Skrull then wait for the shapeshift

but I ain't even know what I was in the middle of
'til I was tagging autographs in a British pub
it's so cool to say that you don't give a fuck
I give it up for the people that don't get enough

I'm still reading every comment that y'all ever give
but for the record, though, it's not because I'm sensitive
I don't do this shit for me, even if I disagree
I find the truth between the positive and negative

but fuck the tomfoolery and the cartoonery
you're not moving me unless you put a harpoon in me
nah, don't pause that, I'm off that
I want a grown-up to show up whenever Mom Googles me

'cause every night when my blinds get closed
my trouble mind's frozen into nightmare poses
sometimes I get worried that I ain't more
than just an oversized child with his highchair broken

my body's young but my brain's older
it's like your lil' man Soul was the Van Gogh of the crayolas
I stopped caring if I stayed kosher
Jehova made way more serious shit to pray over

I'm 40 years of desert travel in some leather sandals
you're soft as Tevin Campbell lighting up a scented candle
see, if I put my foot down, it turns cement to gravel
you're excited, but get frightened like Jesse Spano

we don't stop when the odds are against us
so these suckas getting dropped from the census
I have never made a single song for the senseless
guilty as charged and applause for the sentence

word on the street, Billy got his shoes jacked
'til he got a new gat, then he got his shoes back
let me elevate how the modern dude raps
all I need is one bar like "Allahu ak-"