Baba Brinkman - Procrastinator lyrics

I'm a procrastinator, planning to act later
A chronic nap taker and chronicle narrator
A fact-stator chasing some
Honest rap pay-dirt
I'm a sonic blast maker, a foundation shaker
Creating a half-acre-wide impact crater
I'm a rhyme saturator, a mad saber rattler
Afraid of his shadow
A unilateral hate battler
A snake handler, original gate-straddler
Balancing eight platters of words
On a straight ladder
Plus, to make matters worse
Surrounded by fake flatterers
Any mistakes happen just call
Me a plate-shatterer
Information-gathering station conductor
I'm shaken up worse than
World Trade Center structures
Reluctant to say that I've
Just been taken upwards
By alien abductors, my face covered for days
With suction-cup clusters there
Ain't enough words
To explain the pain I've suffered
My brain is ruptured i need to be chained up
And fed some plain custard
If that doesn't work, and I remain flustered
And labeled insane
Then take me to shock therapy
And tell the doctors there to be
Careful and not bury me and when it stops
Carry me to the lobotomy chair
And keep me there until I'm
Cheerful as a cocky parakeet
Polly wanna shot of
Narcotics for thought-clarity?

My popularity drops – it's
Probably a conspiracy
Apparently when I talk someone at
The top's scared of me
I'm not paranoid don't offer me charity
I don't want steroids my body is very weak
I only shave my hairy cheeks once every week
And I can barely speak, my throat is so dry
It's no surprise though I've been
High my whole life so I go try to flow nice
At shows and it's no dice
And most nights I ghost-write
Lyrics to cold light
And grow spiteful of my previous oversights
As greedy as cobras’ bites when
I hold this mic
Obese, dressed in vertical-striped
Obelix tights beats like these might
Backfire like motorbikes
And catch fire, shoulder spikes and fat tires
I'm a bad liar, a critic satisfier
Turning higher learning into
Passionate desire
So hook this black wire to the amplifier
And get blasted by a verbal crack supplier
To the buyer: I never criticize
A rap addict's cries
I give 'em safe injection sites
To protect their rights
But, I'll make 'em sweat tonight
And exercise to inject some excitement
Into stressed-out lives
It’s like all depression gets left outside
As I bless the mic and leave
The rest how it lies