I have trouble getting caught up on the little things because they are eclipsed by the big things experienced by my loved ones.

Deal with all the shit that you have to deal with. One example of this is my weirdly inexplicable shitty right leg that has always hurt in the rain even though my doctor couldn’t figure out why. This is why I get really bothered about losing my umbrella.

Folks that want meaning and context and simplicity cannot have it both ways, fucko. So stop asking for that or expecting it.

My versatility has earned me fans of all kinds as I do dazzling stuff, the rap equivalent of a dunk so crazy that it sends the glass of the backboard across the court.

“List” and “is” kind of rhyme, right? Sure, they rhyme enough. I get a little vexed by much shittier rappers getting over as you can probably tell. But f'real, if you’re not feeling me, you’re likely not actually reading this or haven’t heard me yet :(

Or maybe you have and you’re stupid. Or nervous. Don’t be nervous. I’ll be good to you.

I liken myself to Thor in terms of gravitas and grandeur, in pursuit of success tantamount to that of Avengers writer/director Joss Whedon, and that I won’t stop until I am dead (underneath flowers, I supposed).

This is my way of saying I need your focus via a reference to Jay Pharoah’s now cherished “principal making special announcements” bit.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6LALrRFXA0U

I got you, son. Don’t worry.

We are fucking our lives up and need to reclaim our humanity rather than just photograph superficial instants of it.

Everything I do involves the least amount of fronting or pretense I can manage. Reward me with drinks, please.