The Chris McCandless of hip hop
Reading can't stop won't stop
Don't knock it till he rocks it
Or at least until he drops in
Took off over the edge trying make it flying solo
Feel like Wiley E Coyote on the ledge uh oh
It's cut-throat, I'm non-violent,
Just too scared to die silent
A one man riot isn't wrong it's just quiet
Bumping The Uncluded and scouring Kierkegaard
Slumping, existential crisis that needs trees and a guitar
My friends don't exist
And my enemies neither
Never ever meet your heroes
Never stop to take a breather
Over eager kids are beaten down and eaten up
I'm sick of all my pandering now I don’t give a fuck
No god below and no hell above
We get to get our rocks off once and then we show love
Blast me into space, I’ll orbit the globe
My mixtape is dropping you should look out below

Don’t meet your heroes or it never feels the same
Don’t learn the things you’d rather not hear explained
Don’t meet your heroes or it never feels the same
Don’t face your fears and you can never feel pain

In a wagon with calvin and hobbes
Twisting up volume nobs
Laughing at all of you snobs
Forgetting eventual drops
I want to open for David Sedaris
Hang with F. Scott Fitzgerald just like Midnight in Paris
I’m only slightly embarrassed, mostly dutifully modest
My girl’s the surely fairest just being brutally honest
Not the strongest nor the fastest not a real street rapper
But I'll spit the longest and craftiest then go make beats after
You crew can giggity-gangbang itself into submission
My tape I'll sliggity-slang it let the blogs make the decision
Rap game football I play every position
One many 11 jobs nuclear fission
I don't even exist just a voice and a vision
In a world all consumed by technological determinism
I tweet therefore I am that's that digital living
You might not follow my beat but I got physical rhythm

Don’t meet your heroes or it never feels the same
Don’t learn the things you’d rather not hear explained
Don’t meet your heroes or it never feels the same
Don’t face your fears and you can never feel pain

[Verse 3: Open Mike Eagle]
I bet Hawaiian dinosaurs were the coolest
They probably all know how to hula and had weird ass dreams of the future
Sat around a fire with weed and kambucha
And sand scratched blueprints of personal computers
I knew it because Cali dinosaurs are the worst
They can barely even roar from the thirst
Their feet are adapted for the floor not the earth
Life requires some energies they’re too sore to exert
Them motherfuckers can zumba though
From Temecula to Tupelo puffy coat when it’s Two Below
I’m a scruffy ghost from the Truman Show
With dusty ugly bones but a human glow
I’m a fossil attending my own funeral
I never knew transitioning is so beautiful
I speak in all fractions and picturing whole numerals
I can’t even listen no more cause I’m dead again