The Writer (DJ Critical Hype Blend)歌词

I'm a writer, probably as good as Elton John
But whats writing good for if it ain't helping moms?
I'm tryna feed Japan while seeing sights of Lebanon
And wiping away tears of the girls that's getting felted on
I'm tryna get my felt pen on but the block is hot
My hands is questioning if I'm Bach or not
If I'm 2Pac or nonexistent to these juggernauts
But I'm an architect, an astronaut, an argonaut
So hey, you, get off my couch
You don't know me, stay the **** out my mouth
But I'm a writer, you can quote it out loud
A false poet, get my dough and I'm out
But here's an eighth of shrooms for your earlobe
A little rap wrapped in cigarillo
A little bit of Wu-Tang, mixed with some Henry David Thoreau
A little ponder theory you can ponder on your pillow
This is for those who wrote suicide notes
And all the hipster girls that was super fly ****
You looking at her nose, what you do besides coke
You looking at her palms what you do besides ****
Nothing, life is but a supersized note
I open up my mind like a suicide door
And grab a pimp cane and a superfly coat
Have em' bobbing they heads to something stupid I wrote