Crayons

Color is catastrophe, black and white's a masterpiece,

Impress you with my chess moves, but you kings keep tryin' to castle me,

Hassling the western world wrapped up inside a lasso,

Try to tell me 'bout the past, you know I'm gonna have to pass, though,

 

I'm shifty with my moves, and all my tunes are pretty nifty,

I see every shade of grey, and now I'm passin' over fifty,

My game is bleaker then my memory of every girl that's kissed me,

Now, with sword in hand, I'm slayin', strangers sayin' that they missed me,

 

My work is underground, and all my words are underrated,

But for my followers watching, you are all appreciated,

I may say I own the game, whether or not is still debated,

But when it comes straight down to fame, you guys make sure I'm never hated,

 

Every action is a fraction for my faction and my fans,

I'm writing on the roam, hitting the heart like pots and pans,

You guys make me run the mile instead of walk and kick the cans,

And now my legs are moving faster then rap bastards in their vans,

 

Smackin' down like I've been wrestlin, best inside the business,

Winnin' battles, mainly finishing, It's pride you gotta witness,

Running laps around the phonies, I'm addicted to the fitness,

Hit a sucker like a rap god, he's asking for forgiveness,

 

I spit the fire fluently, I'm speaking different tongues,

Punching out all of the boxers, got 'em locked into the rungs,

And besides the fact my actions may be 'cause I'm sorta young,

It's a fact I'll grow up acting out until my song is sung.