Stalls

[Chorus]
I, I got styles upon styles of styles
Piles and miles of ‘em to make you smile
I got styles upon styles of styles
C-come, come, come
Come original, you’ve got to come original
All emcee/rappers, come original, you wha

[Verse 1]
Come original, you’ve got to come original
Some singular do-what-to ‘cause you think it’s cool
Some sing or others are doing the simple spew
Some do hard backpack and just that but just be lyrical
Make sure they’re hearing you or make it quiet like electric vehicle
So many ways to do this hip-hop, ay
I just don’t want you to give up, ay
Do you get bored of doing the same old thing?
Switch up the style like Andre 3000

[Chorus]
I got styles upon styles of styles
Piles and miles of ‘em to make you smile
I got styles upon styles of styles
Come original, you’ve got to come original
All emcee/rappers, you wha

[Verse 2]
Do a verse hard like the UK boom bappers
You can curse lots like the trailer park mood stampers
And go postal on a crew like you shoot gatherings
What’s a silo but a sigh low? Low sigh
You’re getting tired of the tried and true old style, right? Or are you?
Even me—being yourself can be a curse if you are not conscious or hearing you for you, ay ay ay

[Chorus]
I, I got styles upon styles of styles
Piles and miles of ‘em to make you smile
I got styles upon styles of styles
Come original
Come, come original, you’ve got to come original
All emcee/rappers, you wha

[Verse 3]
I could talk like the Filipinos
Or butcher a fucked up English accent with me helical spherical rhyme free-for-all free throws
Your freestyles, are they that? Not worth a penny?
Nah, not the underground, I see artists all heavenly
My own element, I can speak all clear and comfortably
But in a room of dumb heaps, I’m Little Bo-Peep getting her goddamn throat squeezed ‘cause I

[Chorus]
I, I got styles upon styles of styles
Piles and miles of ‘em to make you smile
I got styles upon styles of styles
Come and come
Come original, you’ve got to come original
All emcee/rappers, come original
You’ve got to come original, you’ve got to come original
You wha

[Verse 4]
Breathe, dammit, breathe
Slow down, you’re on a stampede
Ah eh ah ee ooh
Ah eh ah eh uh ooh
I’ve gone out of my mind
Or has my mind gone out of me?
You gotta write, that’s not an anomaly
Grab a pen, that method seems to channel The Almighty
“Keep my name out’cho mouth”
Smack, humbled by my eternal authority, “So what now?”

[Chorus]
I, I got styles upon styles of styles
Piles and miles of ‘em to make you smile
I got styles upon styles of styles
Come original, you’ve got to come original
All emcee/rappers, come original

Everything is good
Remember that