I’m genuinely nice and I try to be friendly Make jokes at my expense, they don’t tend to offend me The only time I brag is when I absolutely need it Every rapper has an ego, I don’t always need to feed it And to you, the listener, I’m pretty you’re thinking That I’m bragging right now, while I’m talking ego-shrinking Cuz I’m sinking too far down, my self-deprecation’s killing me So down on myself that my music isn’t thrilling me I know it’s stupid but I don’t think I can make it I can’t fall into a mold when I really wanna break it and I hate the word ‘fake’ cuz only posers use it And phony poser clowns talk like this and abuse it So here’s bar 13 of my 16 bar verse A white guy with decent rhymes whose career’s in a hearse Am I supposed to have a Merc or do I really drive a Civic? I don’t live a rappers’ life so I should probably ask the cynics I’m completely unaware of my purpose on this planet But I want to help it mellow out and never see us panic Understand that I’m unsure of my own self-worth But I’d like to see depression be replaced by mirth I’m completely unaware of my purpose on this planet But I want to help it mellow out and never see us panic Understand that I’m unsure of my own self-worth But I’d like to see depression be replaced by mirth I’d like to divulge I walk a fine line that haunts us I’m slightly self-indulgent and super socially conscious Honestly I’d sell more music if you told your whole crew That you’re sick in the head too, freakin’ out but you can’t move My mantra if I have one, is to move you from blue I write all of these songs for you to fall asleep to Three cheers for more sleep, five, six, seven hours Our moods are so fragile like those two tall twin towers I can’t tell you I’m your favorite, cuz I doubt that I am But I can make you warm and fuzzy like your feed in the summer sand I wish every second was like a day on the beach But I’ll convert you to happy like a priest I will preach My statement of purpose, by which my worth is dictated Is that if I can make you smile then I know that I’ve made it Hear me, I speak to you although we’ve never met If your hearing me clear then lay back and forget your day I’m completely unaware of my purpose on this planet But I want to help it mellow out and never see us panic Understand that I’m unsure of my own self-worth But I’d like to see depression be replaced by mirth I’m completely unaware of my purpose on this planet But I want to help it mellow out and never see us panic Understand that I’m unsure of my own self-worth But I’d like to see depression be replaced by mirth

So grateful to be in this moment cuz Cuz it is a great day to be alone, yeah It's time to make a beat today It's time to compose a spoken word poem Out of my dome for the first time all year I'm back in the zone and my mindstate is clear Finally feeling useful, producing jams, I’m fruitful I'm nineteen and in the prime of my youth But I feel most at home when I'm up in the booth Up in my room, up in the gloom, bumpin’ MF Doom There are two kinds of people, there's them and you Only one I understand, those introverted heady kids Staring back at mirrors cross-faded off of medical shit But when we sit down in front of machines Our gearts come clean, understand what I mean? Get out of your head kid Go out of your mind We feel you through your music And we know you’re on the rise Cut the power – and we’re all lonely Alone with our thoughts And a pair of Sony’s Haven’t met the devil But we’ve met a couple cronies They tend to cut us deep To say they ain’t phony What plays on your speakers While you stare at neon lights? All my inner demons have The nastiest fights The music’s dark and ugly But I’m happy with my life We’re grateful for our struggle Cuz we spit through our strife (Jake Louis) With future CEOs bumpin’ Lupe Fiasco, I say social justice they say chyeah bro, Mind state is stat quo, economics macro, Theory out the ass- but actually out the back door, The facts low so I proceed to pack dro, Hella passion but passive is how I act though, Ok, intros first, see, sometimes I'm an introvert, Especially when I cant sleep and my mind stays on like a like an infomercial So in the light I say things that would make a producer cut to commercial, But I just wanna raise spirits, make it scientific my lines are reverse-inertial, Making ya see that life’s more than a long-ass hearse rehearsal, Funny that this love dispersal is so god damn controversial. (The Wilde) Introversion is a problem for as long as you let it be I control and I own mine so I can be a better me I’ll never be a trendsetter, clever’s all I got If I ever let my guard down I’ll be bought and sold-out Shows is all I want, no money, no fame Shameless self-promotion only minus the shame I live my life for this movement, I’m a fan to a flame I’m lucky I’m introvert, I win at head games Get out of your head kid Go out of your mind We feel you through your music And we know you’re on the rise Cut the power – and we’re all lonely Alone with our thoughts And a pair of Sony’s Haven’t met the devil But we’ve met a couple cronies They tend to cut us deep To say they ain’t phony What plays on your speakers While you stare at neon lights? All my inner demons have The nastiest fights The music’s dark and ugly But I’m happy with my life We’re grateful for our struggle Cuz we spit through our strife

Two kids, one guitar and a drum set Two mics, December second, on a night to forget A scrawny little punk and a European metalhead One chord then two three four and here they go again Seventy-five percent of those nights They treated their basement like they were under the lights Best shows they ever played were for walls of graffiti I don’t know why I’m greedy now or need fame to feed me I forget the afternoons we spent in Jason’s garage With an 8-track, no Maybach, and sans an entourage In the dead of February getting the kick to sound fat Almost no one heard our songs and we were fine with that It was back then I started to wonder if I could ever make it Singing punk songs to four walls and the pavement I would sing to escape and for the sake of creation I wanted six million kids to us play in this place But my location changed, it’s safe to say that so did my mind My chemical makeup did and so did my style Traded gratitude for attitude I’m mad at this new guy Wish I was sixteen again, too angsty to lie I’m a drunken punk kid, thin with eyes sunken in Ego shrunken inwards inside out way with words Heard of abstract hip-hop, got hooked and couldn’t stop Listening and wishing I had rhymes to drop I put the Pen to the paper to my mouth then to your ears Don’t know when they’ll call me capable, nor how many years I’ll have to wait but in the meantime I’ll transcend rejection I’ll laugh with the fake smile when they tell me I don’t get it Asking who I make my music for confused about my market I make what I love, and I will starve to be an artist Even though the days are long and sometimes each one’s the hardest, Part of me is sure that these songs are where my heart is When I don’t get supported or to open for my favorite bands I can’t use a sample and dates change from other plans I can’t spend my time silent violent or enraged or I gotta Suck it up pick up my mic and live to spit another day Not for sale Though not for certain Can’t decide If this is worth it Not for sale Though not for certain Can’t decide If this is worth it

Eternally dark, no time for sunshine Onry on the beat, me on the moonshine Up at odd hours, and even on the holidays Spit it in the shower, write it down through the vapor haze Gatorade and vodka, electrolytes and stupid, Crumplin’ up papers, erasing old tracks for new shit Used and lost it and threw it away Wrote a new verse for three weeks three times a day Nine to five’s my day job, next comes the night shift, Next comes late night, next comes the mic shift Music’s all important, not me more than the next Truth is called recording, and not all of it’s been heard yet Bet you blogs will get this but they won’t think it’s the best So they don’t post-it, and I don’t get noticed, I think and I hope That they know that I’m pissed off at them, But I flip the on and off switch and do it all again Bar 17, bars’ 21 plus, wanna look like I’m both so I can drink on the bus, ride the muni to the Bus Stop Pool with my friends, can’t talk about Pac Heights Start the track again Chillwave or dreamhop wakes me up in the morning Breaching the gates of my bad dreams during which I was snoring It’s bound to be a long day but rarely unexciting and My eyes lose the battle cuz I’m out of bed and writing Valium to sleep and adderall for my test today This is what your teacher meant when he said give your best today Competing for a job, sleep and spot in the rap game Not the same as every guy in a snapback and frat tank Not the same as every guy in a snapback and frat tank Last name The Wilde, first name Into the Labels like hell, but first like, who the..? Man, you the man, thanks for listening man This is probably play one, I’m your number one fan Number one plan is to go and buy a planner Number two is stare until I go and call my manager Andrew can you help me organize my summer tour He tells me venues won’t take me till I start to sell more If I bust out the funk, can I please play your club? You don’t have to pay and I promise all my friends will come, All I have’s a laptop, guitar and I can rap some, I’ll drive there myself, all I need’s a car and map son There’s an app for that one, but none for the rap game So I write it in Java like I can decompose fame Boolean merchandise, do I have it? False But while I stay true I hope you listen to it all Cuz I’m tighter than the feeling in your chest during Otherside I know I seem dark, but I swear I have a lighter side Other than the sad rap, I’d have to say I’m weed rap Opposite of Das Racist, white and I need rap Not to feel black, but to really make an impact Get the world on track at peace at intact In fact, we should all kick back Freestyle make me smile for the rest of the track? Naw? I’ll take it, I can shoulder the burden I’ll take the pain and fun of growing up and turn into words Making hip-hop for the alternative nerds Won’t make it to the mainstream mass cattle herds But I’m saddled up baby and I’m ready to ride My mind’s got a trench coat and I flash what’s inside Self-esteem not high, but me? Yes. I share what I own while I host you’re the guest The best rapper in the room when it’s me and my desk But Rhymesayers, Anticon ignore me unimpressed I digress- I over-estimate and under dress Very few in boat shoes and sweats find success But I swear I’ll never ever lie reliable, Relient K, Sometimes I confess I play their songs on a rough day College kid making music thoughts of dropping out to play But I wanna learn more so I have new things to say Give me a mic stand and I can rap for the people cuz Every band and every fan, man, we’re all created equal There words are in my blood, if you cut me, I’ll bleed it All I want is good music, trust me, we need it

I’m fucking sick of hearing all these rappers’ hyperbolic stories How they’re tearing up the clubs and selling drugs in their mid-forties A man can make his money But money don’t make him a man They boost themselves up, And then they put down their fans I’m a small man with big plans Doin shows for my family And if one day that changes And I blow up like Linsanity I’ll never forget any one of my friends I can’t erase where I have been Built up and then broke down again I’m glad I never I saw my end I’ve seen where that shit leads Into hospital waiting rooms Families tense outside Awaiting any news And I’m like dude don’t go telling me About the people you’re outselling If you’ve been given a mic and voice This world needs you yelling Tell your fans to keep hope And that their taste in music’s dope And when their backs are against the ropes That’s you’ve been there and you know That you aren’t perfect You have their attention, deserve it Honestly show me a modest MC: Not one? Just me? Forget my face, forget my brand Forget Myspace, I do what I can To help because I’ve lost some people, Lost some sleep and felt unequal Pop stars, here’s the church Allow me to raise the steeple Write your own verses Stop re-selling a sequel I don’t freestyle about me Cuz I don’t think it means shit If I were to die tomorrow, I’d wanna stand by what I’ve spit I have one goal in my life, for St. Peter to give me a pound-it And tell me I left this world a better place than how I found it I’m an actor mashing influences up to find my niche Don’t need all the bread or all the cake just want a piece And I’m not talkin’ guns, cuz all this fire needs to cease The only bombs I ever wanna drop are over beats Anxiety, depression and repression of emotions I admit it over the kick, so that you feel me in the hope that you will Meet me in the front row, steal my songs after the show Put your hands up, and let yourselves go Fuck guns, fuck money, fuck hooks, give hope Misogynistic kids who think they’re prodigies are wrote Egos take a backseat, I’ll assist you like an athlete Maybe I just write like this cuz I wasn’t an athlete Don’t know where the rap path leads, but I’m down to wander Hip-hop, folk, punk-pop, we don’t need a genre I’ve stated my purpose, I’ve given my mantra By myself I am worthless, but with my fans I’ve got an entourage Of all ages, a composite of all races I don’t care where you come from, out of closets or cages Help me, help yourself out, let’s create some changes Let’s start now, today, and end up on the front page