Dear musical recording label industry execs
Like you I’m not sure really what to expect
Thought it best to express myself with lyrical respect
Until you press eject on your cassette tape deck
I’m adept at investing my attention to the phrases
That I use to communicate my emotional phases
Illustrate these crazes that I get for the beat
As I navigate the mazes of the city on the street
I completely delete reality as I crush the critique
Of our species with techniques that are frequently unique
I speak my mind freely as if I seek to tweak
The frequency of the sequence where you see me as a freak
Rhymes leak like a colander under a faucet in the sink
Make you think how our colonizer system really stinks
Don’t drink from the kool-aid man blasting through the bricks
Instead invest your checks on this hick from the sticks
I mix my own masters webdisaster for the win
All in on the sick wicked samples that I spin
It’s a sin how quickly I can zoom out and in
My monotone sounds get drowned in the din
Can’t pin my feeble needle on the part of the map
Where I want to be at when I run my last lap
Lotta traps for an amateur rap artist like me
So it’s difficult to see all the locations I could be
I don’t know how legitimate this shit that I’m doing is
But the biz probably isn’t really buzzing for a wiz
With the words hurling self-inflicted burns when I spit
Over poorly arranged samples of amateur ass shit
I’mma sit here in Moline and just do what I do
Unless you’ve heard things you can use, up to you
Making music truly would be a dream come true
If people actually heard it that would be cool too

I hope you feel encouraged to explore my catalog
Like a slog through a long analog monologue
I jog my core memories about squirrels and dogs
While espousing the verbosity of my system’s core logs
Through the fog of obscurity I’ve toured since 2020
When things took a turn and the world went funny
Don’t need spending money cuz my day job pays
I’m just trying to turn a phrase about the games life plays
I’m amazed at what technologies can do these days
While the gays get jailed as the radical right prays
Gotta say I’m terrified for the future of my children
I inject humanism into the system that we’re building
They’re drilling national parks searching for the ancient sparks
In the dark collecting specimens to send out on the ark
It’s a lark oppressing peasants as a God sent prophet
But don’t address the topic to the public on the profit
Just stop it already with the executive oppression
We’re a breed with needs not speculative possessions
Apologies for railing on and on about regression
My digression is myopic on the topic of the session
I’m meshing esoteric socialistic philosophy
A 90’s inspired drone to drown out the hypocrisy
Of people calling on God to swallow our democracy
No interest being party to racist theocracy
Aristocracy is comin’ so I summon the supporters
Of the poor and the minorities forced into their quarters
People we were born with just following Nazi orders
They’re thwarting all the subordinate structures in disorder
Kinda sorta makes me wanna go and throw up my hands
I don’t understand how to meet the demands
Just trying to emulate my favorite artists and bands
Hit me up if any of this shit will fit with your plans