[Verse 1]
I don't write about things I don't experience
My name is last benevolence, I hope you don't forget kid
As I mature pass the age of 25 and 26
I feel myself slippin' from the crowd more than previous
Annual versions or Editions of myself/
Reaching out to seek the kingdom rather than my own wealth/
Staying hidden in these beats like I maxed out my stealth/
Feeling lovely in this chapter like I maxed out my health/
As well, but in honestly I don't feel like myself/
If you want to agree, I guess you're right I'm someone else/
That's the last time I worry about other's opinions
But if you're bumpin' this tune you have entered my dominion
Microphone check 1, 2, unlike the millions/
I don't make music about sinnin against civilians
I don't run out of subjects, I can pull up zillions/
My skills set the bar though I'm not supercilious/

[Hook]
But to be honest I don't feel like I belong/
I don't think that I'm a real MC with real songs/
Real Hip hop may not be me after allI feel like I'd be lying if I told you I was wrong
And this is hard to write, and it's hard to admit
Despite my greatest efforts and how far I have been
Dealing with this personal enemy all along
The infamously wicked imposter syndrome

[Verse 2]
I never wrote about it or talked to anyone/
About how it would hang over me like the morning sun/
Shining in my face, burning through me like I'm fake/
Made of plastic, or some substance used to suffocate/
Anybody who would cover their head with it/
Kinda like headphones with my music in it/
I know it sounds like I'm being pessimistic/
Or maybe wicked, towards myself though I know I'm gifted/
The fact with this, is like Tribe I could kick it/
But I question if I could ever be considered legitimate/
Tsk tsk, and it's not only with music/
I feel like this with everything that I am doin'/
I make video games but to me it's inadequate/
To be a real developer, man, can you imagine this/
It's ridiculous, and maddening and saddening/
Even though I'm happy, I don't really know what's happening/

[Hook]
And to be honest I don't feel like I belong/
I don't think that I'm a real MC with real songs/
Real Hip hop may not be me after allI feel like I'd be lying if I told you I was wrong

And this is hard to write, and it's hard to admit
Despite my greatest efforts and how far I have been
Dealing with this personal enemy all along
The infamously wicked imposter syndrome

[Verse 3]
I feel like maybe I'm the one that's not real/
Like I can't drop a track that is hot steel/
Maybe it's because I can't memorize/
All the lines that write, yes yes, I mean my rhymes/
Maybe it's because I haven't been on a stage/
Since I was perhaps maybe 18 years of age/
Maybe, maybe, maybe cuz my tracks are snubbed/
By these blogs and these bobs that y'all seem to love/
And It's not because I'm worried about what people think/
I just have expectations for what I have to bring/
And if I don't beat them, then, man I don't meet them/
And Even if it seems like I do, I feel I'm cheatin'/
I'm a walking contradiction, until I'm speakin'/
But when I stop, my thoughts begins feedin'/
Eatin' at myself, though my self esteem is even/
And that's when my true identity starts recedin'/

[Hook]
And to be honest I don't feel like I belong/
I don't think that I'm a real MC with real songs/
Real Hip hop may not be me after allI feel like I'd be lying if I told you I was wrong

And this is hard to write, and it's hard to admit
Despite my greatest efforts and how far I have been
Dealing with this personal enemy all along
The infamously wicked imposter syndrome