Everything Is Cool - XV

I got a hunch that nigga Vizzy back

Hello Moto, no Toto where I’m at

Hello my lady

Hello my honey

Hello creativity

Bye bye money

It’s like hip hop doesn’t want me here

But I’m cornering the game like a circle in a square

Rock skater shoes and said it ain’t hood

While my people co-sign like my credit ain’t good

Everybody’s fly, everybody’s a rapper

Everybody hustle, everybody’s a trapper

But I Don’t Fit In

I Don’t Fit In

Everybody tough, every dude is a thug

Everybody party, everyone in the club

But I Don’t Fit In

I Don’t Fit In

Against all odds but I tell 'em to deal me in

Cause in my silly bin I think that I really win

Live in living color, I’m a Complex brother

So the day that I come, black and white fill me in

Haters and fakers, everybody go

Hipsters and gangsters, welcome to the show

Everything is everything and everything is cool

Everything is everything and everything is cool

Everybody asks, «X where can we find you?»

The last three months I’ve been with Erykah Badu

Just last week I saw some crochet pants

And said, «Damn.

I’mma give these a chance.»

Can’t even say I’mma do this for the fans

Cause all it seem like everybody wanna do is dance

It’s like what your parents always said

If Soulja Boy jumped off of a bridge then we all would be dead

I’m like, «Do they hear what I hear?»

Thinking on your own is just so last year

Since when did life become so cheesy

That we gotta watch other people on TV

These fads are becoming outlandish

And being fly is kinda Peter Pan-ish

No need to Panic

I was just At The Disco and came up with something to get my hands in

I took a break to let 'em breathe

Seven said, «You keep giving them crack, they gonna lose all of they teeth.»

But I’m cool with that G

Cause that’ll prevent all these broke MC’s from biting me

No lie, I did the whole fresh thing

But I did it before they even knew what fresh mean

My kicks crazy but I had to let go

And rappers trying to be me retro is metro

I’m sorry if I’m bitching like my prescription is estro

I’m just tired of niggas fucking with my escrow

Gotta a problem?

Let X know

I run circles 'round square MCs, so let’s go

Vending machine flow, you know that I’m gonna pop

Cause I shake 'em up, whenever I drop

But it’s a New Era like the fitted on my knot

And it’s not really hip to listen to hip hop

On track/trek to be Star with nothing to cling on/Klingon

Nobody’s making a stand, who can I lean on?

Pardon me if I seem gone

It just seems rap just turned into one big ring tone

106 to Park, I can’t play it yo

And I turn to Captain Hook around radios

But I flow cause I know I’m better

So I’m back for vengeance like V For Vendetta

Like that

You may wonder

«How you gonna write raps if you don’t be up in the trap?»

You may wonder

«Man I thought you’d get fresh, then where’s your big chain at?»

You may wonder

«What about your street cred?

Homie didn’t you go to school?»

And I just wonder

Why all these fools thing everything is cool?