Curse of the Word

[Intro]
Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum-ba-dum

[Verse 1: Joelistics]
Are you in it for the fame or the dames or the untamed
Need to explain?
It's a shame so many rappers sound so lame when they tell you their name
And proclaim they are worth international acclaim
They just sound the same, like they just found the game
And they play it like pilots, grounded in name
Now refrain, 'cause I'm fed up again
Hip-hop became like a storehouse chain
Too lame, too stained by the individuals sounding typical, identical to every other fool
While they're tryna rock and drop shit, I'm dropping rocket jewels, cool
Breaking all the rules
So smoke your sinsemilla, painkiller from Manilla
This is gorilla b-ball, fair on the snare
For the blue-collar worker working for the dollar
Holler loud if you think this system treats you unfair (Hey!)
Sunup to sundown, runners up get run down
Beat in the forefront back to the background
Back down while I bounce around
And I go to town and break ground
Cause I'm about more than eight bars in a punchline
I'm about more than battle raps in a party rhyme
I'm about more than tall tales of street crime
Each time I rhyme, it's sublime
I'm about more than the "Yes, yes y'all"
Throw your hands in the air, sing "Hey, ho"
But if you only understand the lowest common denominator
I'ma give you what you want and some shit to ponder later

[Hook: Joelistics]
Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum-ba-dum-ba-dum
Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum-ba-dum-ba-dum (Say what?)
Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum-ba-dum-ba-dum
Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum-ba-dum-ba-dum

[Verse 2: Joelistics]
I will verse with word, immersed in the word
Fight with the word when I flirt with the word
Take flight with the word when I work with the word
Shine bright with the word when I recite words
Cursed with the word, I am bursting with words
Nursing the word when word is born
Verb to noun torn when I perform
Now I form a storm with these words well worn
I'd like to have a word with the world at large
With words, I'll weave this work of art
Pull it apart and put it all back together
Word for word, now letter for letter
Mm, front lawn to my backyard slang
I'm doing my thang when I chill and hang
I bring the bang like GANGgajang
Now let me take a second just to pay for the tang
For all your critics who chill and relax
Listen up to the snare, kick and the hats
And if it collapse, then we'll fill in the gaps
Cause we meant it to happen like that, perhaps
And all the fanatics who be loving the tracks
I'll make your synapse snap like whip cracks
The better the beat and the better the raps
And we'll put it all down on 24-tracks

[Hook: Joelistics]
Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum-ba-dum-ba-dum
Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum-ba-dum-ba-dum
Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum-ba-dum-ba-dum
Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum-ba-dum-ba-dum

[Instrumental]

[Verse 3: Seed MC]
(Yep, yep, yeah...)
One and two and three, music move the feet
For centuries people use the beat
To free the speech and keep the peace
And speak defeat to assemble the ritual
Reach the deep and recite the spiritual
Ignite the literal insight from indemnity
Massively fascinate the attention of man
Impact just like disaster can
Demonstrate the crux of who you am
Invigorate the body, carry out the master plan
From cumulonimbus to altostratus
Sole apparatus of the artist
The light-hearted and cathartic soul of the solitude, heart of the party
A cardiac arrest, a sarcastic activist, a catalyst
For copious amounts of cannabis listen, now
Jig to the rhythm, this inhibition is definition
Jig to the rhythm, this inhibition is definition of (Say what?)

[Hook: Joelistics]
Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum-ba-dum-ba-dum
Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum-ba-dum-ba-dum
Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum-ba-dum-ba-dum
Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum-ba-dum-ba-dum
Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum-ba-dum-ba-dum
Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum-ba-dum-ba-dum
Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum-ba-dum-ba-dum
Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum-ba-dum-ba-dum