kang - who's this?

When I get into the zone, it's tricky to turn it off
So I stay up til the littlest numbers are on the clock
And I never stop the process until I drop to the spot where I'm happy with everything that I got
This is give or got given
There isn't a lot living
Scribbling my thoughts into lyrics that got rhythm
No sir, not kidding
Shut up, stop listen
I'm feeling pretty Merry so clearly I'm not Pippin
Yeah, I got vision
Immaculate living
And I'm stacking my paper till it's cracking up through the ceiling
Wait
Was that real or did I actually dream it?
Doesn't matter, cause I'm focused and hoping I'm gonna see it
In a couple of days, maybe a couple of years
All the while I'll be stuffing my face
Washing it down with a couple of beers
Run around being dumb with the peers
Turn it into something to cheer for
Clap your hands if you're here for me
Take a stance and please don't leave
I wanna see the people in the front row seats
Clap your hands, jump those feet
This is the reason that you came to the show
The feeling you get from somebody that you don't even know
So everybody if you like me or not
I'm still more than likely to invite thee to the plot

"Who's this?"
Just another new kid making music
Stupid, everybody knows I'm a nuisance
"What's his name?"
Motherfucker, you can call me Kang
And no matter what you say I'm gonna play the game
"Who's this?"
I'm a useless waste of space
And I'm tired of people always putting me in my place
"So whatcha gonna do?"
I'll tell you what I'll do
Imma take it and wrap it up and send it over to you

I'm a skinny white awkward kid
Never accomplished shit
Until I got adopted into hip-hop culture
But I don't wanna get shot, or sling the big rocks
All I wanna do is walk until I hit the tip top
You're probably thinking, "What the fuck is this guy doing?"
But let me ask, is the motherfucking sky blue?
And does a tortoise have a shell?
Does a lion roar?
These are questions I don't really have the time for
I'm a moron, but more on that in just a minute or two, because I'm fixing to do things a little bit different than you, and isn't it true that living to your potential isn't given to you?
You earn it
And if I'm being earnest, I'm spitting hot fire like I'm drinking out the furnace
I know the shoe doesn't quite fit, but I like it
Pop 'em out the box
Lace up
Now you're like, "Who's this?"

Just another new kid making music
Stupid, everybody knows I'm a nuisance
"What's his name?"
Motherfucker, you can call me Kang
And no matter what you say I'm gonna play the game
"Who's this?"
I'm a useless waste of space
and I'm tired of people always putting me in my place
"So whatcha gonna do?"
I'll tell you what I'll do
Imma take it and wrap it up and send it over to you

Written by:
Zachary Strohman

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