Blair Johnson - No Comparison lyrics

I slightly skim the surface
Of philosophical prophet, optional
Pockets of lint compared to a bloody
Dollar of jaw and bone
I pick the lint so sip your fifth
And gloat about the whip you're with
The simple sin of simpletons' obsession
With a bigger dick it's habit
The pride and all the status gotta have it
Guess I took the red pill
There's a truth to rabbit's madness
And I try to shuffle past it
But the cash is quite attractive
Bruh, it's not like loot the last thing
On my mental when I'm rapping
I ain't a badass prone
To spitting the abstract
Not fast math calculated like the NASDAQ
With a mad hat brain absent
Of them whack raps chill your ass out
Sit back and let the track blast
I let my "cack" blast on
The mic when given chances 'Cuz I get off
But slow mo with my romantic advances
Gimmie 52 and I'll shoot off
Like a bottle rocket
I might got you noddin' off but
Being real y'all gotta stop it
Haters know I got a slaught
That's sturdier than otter boxes
Pretty raps for kiddies and some brainy
Lines for moms and popses
And while them record labels flaunt the
Fool they got for profit
Talent roams the streets can't even eat
So fuck your god and college
And "rappers" ain't sinless
Ignorance seeming endless
They acting like they a spitter
But really they whack beginners
They search for their 15 minutes whether
They get it or not
They’re fake might as well be pop I’m
Irate and I’m ‘bout to pop
Get a taste of my bliss withdrawal
I'm Illin' until I'm still and
This gentle and mental art suddenly
'bout the dope and killing
Industry's not to blame I guess
Keep the shit the same I guess
Couldn't look them in the eye when you
Say wise is lame I guess
Let the kiddies think that "getting success"
Means get a chain I guess
Be part of that shit? No my
Dude I'd rather hang my neck
The sadness that you claim to have ain't
Half of all the pain I get
I owe this game the best I got
I don't plan to sustain my debt
I’m coming for your necks
Whether or not I be scaring them
Erring in songs with caution I
Ain’t a provo like Marilyn
Provolone or asparagus MM food? is my menu
Serving this bloody cut big or small
Be size of the venue
Oh am I offending? I been
Rude, struggle? My man, i been there
Whether whiny or vent tunes it’s always
Real ‘cuz I been Blair
It ain’t fair to compare a
Fakie Jake with a menthol
With an underground with talent
Out the wazoo, man it’s been raw
It’s fun to be a rapper
Right? The appetite for afterlife
Ain’t nothing when compared to pious
Fame worship like acolytes
Ego ‘bout as big as prize pigs
You think that I dig
Your shitty raps when half the city raps?
In fact I want my fifty back
Big L reference anyone? Okay, folks
More for me then and if I ever make it half
Ass rappers prep for the end
I’ll resend, resend
Until it drills into your skull
I did my part of the bargain
But every push needs it's pull
There's no comparison