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schizophrenic socrates
pimp, poet, philosophy
the oracle in odyssey
i got another prophecy
i see the world's hypocrisy
the lying the dishonesty
the extortion of all novelty
the heroes lack of modesty
(yeah)
i got a bloody nose
from all this pressure on my shoulders
if they wanna be a king
then why they all acting like soldiers?
(tell 'em)
death to all the salesmen (huh)
who lie and act like vultures (yeah!)
death to anyone who claims
you can't afford the culture
i feel followed by the masses
they just want me in a crown
whistled winds agree in silence
they're too worried how they sound
they want a piece of how i'm healing
but be quiet don't be loud
without a jury of their peers
what's the point of feeling proud?
i feel followed by the masses
they just want me in a crown
whistled winds agree in silence
they're too worried how they sound
they want a piece of how i'm healing
but be quiet don't be loud
without a jury of their peers
what's the point of feeling proud?
my name is jebodiah (okay)
my name is Ishmael (okay)
am i the king of no one
no one could do as well
my name is not important (okay)
my name's not Ishmael (okay)
i am the king of no one
no one could do as well
if i meditate enough i won't wish death upon myself
i'll put my hands up to the sky and pray the spirits give me health (ay)
for this life of mine i chose it's clear i'm not here for the wealth
i need not predicate my worth to all who know that i'm the best
you suckers sit inside of echo chambers yelling at the walls
so when you trip and fall from grace it's just a domino that falls
second-guessing all my moves but I'm just tryna make some songs
and i just do it for myself i'm not here looking for applause