Fan First (Why Is He Like This?!)
Hey Party people how do you feel
I got style, finesse and stress appeal
The less you feel, the less you may need to heal
…but still, that ain’t no way to live
I prayed they’d give me a second chance to seal
The deal, so watch my spread love at will
The love for skill, the love for the sense of detail
I focus on the purpose, not the purchase at retail
Soundscan, stream counts, all the routine tools
Fools use to abuse the game, and seem cool
Meanwhile, I study style, break every line down
Or zoom back, fully extract the full impact
Unbound creative limits, compromise unfound
Have fun when young, till I’m old and rundown
Right now…I didn’t need no fountain of youth
What I spout in the booth, amount’s to mountain of truth
Why is like this?!
He’s a Fan First
One white lie, I’m sitting in a chair at a desk
Appearance a mess, not even properly dressed
But probably fresh, that we’ve grown expect
Or am I wrong? Circle A or B to select
I means to collect more than some measly respect
I aim to tap into your soul and cause a chilling effect
But chill for a sec, that’s just a goal that I set
To push myself to the limits, whether or not that it’s met
It’s all in my head, perfect place to merge with memories
Then turn it to energy, that burns in the inner me
Entering new phase, centering new things
Pick up and go to explore some new scenes
2 pair of blue jeans, 3Xs more shirts
Time to write rhymes, drum machine in the man purse
Can’t hurt, to get a recharge from the experts
So headphones on, yeah, I’m always a fan first