Private Eye

I feel like a private eye
I'm sorting through secrets
Searching through sections with files aligned
By topics of interest
Wonder what is this
Hmm, maybe I crop up in mentions
Changed up my headspace like altered dimensions
Wait for the update
So I can see this in many perspectives
I've got a question
I gotta answer it swiftly
And bail out before my nemesis gets me
What do the haters all have against me
Maybe I'm just not cut out for the industry
Maybe I'm too different potentially
Or I blend in with traditional imagery
Either way, this ain't the way they should picture me
I bare my shame and the weight of my misery
Simply like Atlas but alas
I'm the one who raps, the butt of laughs
I draft up my madness with pen and pad
Lightning flash and thunder crash
'Cause each time I spit it I switch up the climate
I know I'm no deity but if I'm given the title I wouldn't deny it
Embark on a journey more earnest than footprints on Everest's highest
I'll never retire
Take to the top of the spire
Where I aspire to spit it like fire
You flick me aside like a quick strike of the BIC
It's needles and pens
No need to pretend
I used to think that indeed when it came to the end
My circle'd be knit tighter than Lucifer's grip
I think it's falling apart
'Cause I tend to put all my tapes into art
Now this is my favorite part
This ain't an act but I'm playing my part
Woah, hold up
I hear someone coming up in the background
Acting like a runner up, better back down
I feel like a million bucks, not a Cash Cow
I feel like a million bucks, not a Cash Cow