Protagonist/Wrote the last 16 bars on a marble statue standing in East Lansing/In tweed pants with a Sharpie magnum/Writing between Saint John's abdomen/Soul brandished, Mother Mary so scandalous/Not the type you should ever hold hands width/Flows in abundance/Cup over runneth/Over at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue with the police scanners/Hammers, tools of the dialect/Low brow humor, eyes wet from cayenne pep/Climb the steps to find Zues/Low key recluse, hoop shooting dude who ain't done tryin' yet/Eye effect, blue like the sea/My effect, whatever you do to me/Fates a cruel thing on a mood swing/I'mma human being writing out the coolest eulogies/In their truest form/Maroon uniform/Like the old and new Lebron/You ain't ever going where I'm groovin' on/Move along, baby/Came a long way/Like a sommelier from Guatemala, talk about the taste…
They wanna talk about the taste,
Then let's talk about the taste,
They tryin' to talk about the taste,
But see I gotta go up,
No forgiveness for what my sins do,
Wrong edged side of the ginsu,
Talkin' about the taste…
They still talkin' about this taste…
So now it's time to go up,
Rorschach blurs turn against you,
Ain't nobody sayin' what they meant to,
Talkin' about this taste,
I'm still talking about this taste,
And don't you know we talkin',
And don't you know we talkin' bout the taste…
