Steve Jobs

"Musicians play their instruments. I play the orchestra."- Steve Jobs

 

Uh excuse me? I think you said you knew me. That's funny cause even I'm sure I'm new to me

 

Can't say I'm certain I've matured I speak new words I've never heard of honestly

 

I'm still updating upgrading every other day a standard process with my coffee

 

Stronger every time I pour it I always pour out, never spill a drop on me

 

Or my Issay Miyake, 991 New Balance or My Levi's. My out-

 

-Put prolific if you don't admit it I doubt

 

You been paying attention. My retention rate for information's practically a propensity I'm dense

 

Intense, a little pensive, aggressive and, twice a week at least, offensive

 

Good fences make good neighbors, stay on your side don't steal my labor

 

I'm not paranoid because I can't be paralleled

But you're in peril of flying off while I spin this carousel

 

of careful chords absurdist words and burdened curtains of courage well

Striking lines better blind like I'm Marvel's Murdock, can't stop a Daredevil

 

Here am I hitting grand slams to the grand stands happily

Aptly only eating Applebee's cause Apple be my life story though not likely

To earn pity or make a heart throb. Perfection becomes pricey but I still can't stop.

If people stampede to the exits and some drop for the few who

Still remember my flow before they go it'll be worth the tombs.

And for those dropped down behind I'm sure they won't mind the tragedy

At least they saw my rise while I reversed earth's gravity

Rode it to the top , unstopped my pen blew off the heads of haters

Never in the mob. They lift me up like elevators

And throw me forward recognize a creator,

An innovator who does nothing but pop off perfectly to slice through the slackers

The slobs. Perfect but perfecting it's a paradox

I'm Unorthodox and untoppable. Gave this beat a heart attack somebody call the docs.

But not word docs I stay far from windows they can't launch grenade lobs

Y'all need to reload but I'm already uploaded though I know it sounds odd

I'm not another nerd in a turtleneck I demand you're respect like a demigod

Jurisdiction is the Apple stock while I'm calling the shots and commanding every optic

Can't stop this electric eccentric that’ll shock you through the doorknobs

He's the name I give when the mobsters call

I'm Steve motherboarding Jobs.