TED Talk lyrics

[Verse 1]
You never seen a man so calm in your life
They afraid of this mic
And I got the type of mind to grind into that white light
I rock the mic inside the china shop and spit that bull sh*t, this ain't no bullsh*t
It's eating past after the stomach full sh*t
No eating ass, no groceries, I ate at restaurants
They serve me well since I'm a baby of the Kant renaissance
You may recall my marvelous reconnaissance
I never forget, like elephants on 4chan
Remember I'm a poor man, but got a f*cking kingdom up in here
Where the beer flows like me, and seeded without a peer
See I had it up to here, all these doubters in my ear
Tryna tell me I don't have the whole world up on my spear (what you do?)
I Van Gogh 'em, pretend I don't know 'em
Too busy showboatin' to roast 'em, the flames floatin'
No jokes, see my quotes remain potent
Even in the casket, I'll be one to close it
I'm a poet and I know it, see I could do some good
But these demons in my ear make me feel misunderstood
Lord knows, my intentions are hood
And I rub it in a little bit more than I should
But what would you do if you were great and you knew it?
I put up a page, I get in my range
I open up a vein and let a river run through it
You call it music
(that's close enough)
[Hook]
Ah, one two-'til my voice is hoarse
Ah, one two-'til my voice is hoarse
Ah, one two-'til my voice is hoarse
Guaranteed to rock, rock, rock the mic
Ah, one two-'til my voice is hoarse
Ah, one two-'til my voice is hoarse
Ah, one two-'til my voice is hoarse
Then take a pause

[Verse 2]
I get my dinner on from intercom psalms and scratch an itching inner palm
Give a Ted Talk about sh*tting on 'em and spitting on and on
They wonder what arithmetic I'm riffing on
They wonder what this written on
"since when he get his Merv Griffin on?"
I wonder who I'm p*ssing off
Bump missives in the whip, run crystals for the glisten
Dump Cristal down the sink up in the kitchen
I run missiles in my whistler
Children for my p*sser
When these women call me Mr. J
Know I came to slay like a gay man
Shade like a Ray Ban, you know I'm here to stay
You can find me 'round the way like a waistband
Writing 'bout my stay on some 'how to be a man when you hate man'
L.A., the home of human spray tan
Heard it from the grapevine in that gray van
With many a gray band
I give a damn on some frankly my dear
Whoever made me had some great ideas
My parents built me, yeah I'm straight IKEA
Had this voice to God since I was five feet uh
Drinking wine, eating divine pita
Kissing that cross, now they kissing my crosshairs
When I rap on beats that sound like a video game boss lair—sh*t
In my pauses I hear Ric Flair trippin'
Yeah my quips could carry trips like some big bear visions
Yeah these words are so sharp I give some thin air stitches
Got a hole in space-time where I state my business
[Hook]
Ah, one two-'til my voice is hoarse
Ah, one two-'til my voice is hoarse
Ah, one two-'til my voice is hoarse
Guaranteed to rock, rock, rock the mic
Ah, one two-'til my voice is hoarse
Ah, one two-'til my voice is hoarse
Ah, one two-'til my voice is hoarse
Then take a pause, and you know, of course