Welcome to the mind of Rebel Without a Coat
I'd like to say I rebel with every note, but I hate to say you'd probably pick out a few quotes
That disprove this theory and lose you my vote
Maybe you'll choke the dishonesty provoked by my throat
I mean to start with, I sometimes wear a coat
I have all these big ideas and radical views
But I have to admit, sometimes I'm just confused

This mixtape's a disgrace to sick hateful apes and wastes of space
Yes, we spit licks in ship-shape, me myself and I and I no longer in a split state

Wait, why've I made my shit fake?
I say I never like to speak of people with distaste
In which case the chorus is a kind of mistake
Talkin of people with awful deceitful ways and their piss-takes
Like it takes a genius to sift through the shipmates
And dictate that they sit straight on the bottom of the pile
They've probably gotta be rotten and vile
I'll be the judge of that, I say with a smile
I just rile myself up, I'm well fucked up
On the stealth of an unhealthily wealthy belt of intellect
That's intersected by a sense of self respect
That in effect just tests as
Narcissistic. Why you playin with this shit?
With over-insistent pricks nickin your biscuit
Don't risk it, I'll make you look a mean little misfit
As if it's Christmas and my fist is on your wishlist
And if there's an inquisition into why I dismiss
The way I spit, hiss such vicious business
Disinterest will flicker across my face
I'll skip and I'll hop to another place and I'll run away like a disgrace

Now, I just spent the first verse
Complainin of the curse of babblin batty fanatical blurb
That contradicts my words, kicks my conscience to the curb
Counteracts my compassion for the fashion of blastin
This assonance up your ass whether or not you were askin -
Unpractical spastics take the most drastic of action -
And blast into fractions all their adds and subtractions
As they're dragged from their task by these fantastic distractions
And now I look back at my fanatical refrain
How matter of fact I act and how I catapult my claim
Into your brain, bringin the pain - I mean the flame, never the shame!
My spirit, you dig it, is with it, its visions and livin are one and the same
This isn't a prison of stitchin incisions up, which have arisen from such indecision and inner divisions from swimmin in 'isms
You Cynical Sybil, I must have been given the wisdom and mental precision to know that derision is not cool
Yeah right, keep actin like a fool

This whole track's a piss-take of all the times I sounded like I never made a mistake