You off sides, better play your position

Like lost dice, I'm what the game's been missin

D. Swain's been fishin' for compliments, my competence

Has been wasted, I ain't seen my conscience since the spillage

Is he the illest? It depends who you ask that

Type of nigga to make a beat from violins and a hatrack

Humility, it stems from my cabbage patch

Rooted in my friends and my habitat, matter of fact

I chop a break fast for breakfast and

Beat a nigga to the punch for lunch

Dig in the bargain bin for dinner

The skinny nigga done made good

The media insists that I stay hood

But I never was to begin with

My penmanship is intricate

But Jay already said that it don't get you shit

So I would write it if y'all would get it

All y'all would-be critics must've mistook me for an idiot

I seem soft-spoken

But I need not for you to open your mouth

And hit me with obscene blog-postin'

"What's so special about him?

'Charm' is his best album

But he need to stop it with all that Kanye West-soundin'"

I +Heard It All Before+ like Miss Anderson

Don't mess with broads no more, I kiss mannequins

No Tylenol no more, I switched to Anacin

Schizofrenic, I guess my sanity is scramblin'

Ramblin', just to see if you're still here

I would've been blown up, supposedly

I came up with the Gnarls Barkley concept and they stole it from me

Even if everybody thinks I'm +Crazy+ I ain't never goin' under

Before I do that, I'll use my fame to gain Raven-Symone's phone number

No sleepin' pills needed; my dreams fulfilled believe it I'm back!

...mama, I made it