Ordinary Figure by Kamille Carondelet Lyrics

Intro:
Ha!
I told you I was coming to get you!
I told you I was coming to get you!
You thought I was playing!
But I'm dead serious!
I'm coming to get you!
Every time you call me a little wack rapper that ain't got no rhyme skills!
Man, all of y'all!
I'm coming to get you!
I'm coming to get you!
I swear, man, I'm coming to get you!

Verse:
They say my rhymes are simple and detrimental
Stop pricking me, you suckers. That's why I wear a thimble
Forever nimble, I fight for mine like I'm Kimbo
Lyrically, I can slice you and leave you in limbo
A purgatory for wack rappers whose minds are simple
The ones that rap and can't even keep up with the tempo
They have punchlines, metaphors, and similes
But every anecdote they tell is a hyperbole
Their living in their raps is an anti-nem
Making the word fake become a synonym
Writing these songs that sound like homonyms
Just labelling them with a different pseudonym
Oh, come again? My lines are not simple, then?
If you don't understand, then you're a simpleton
Pick up a dictionary and study your vocabulary
Maybe, then, you can understand this ordinary figure