When you get down to it, there's no stopping me.
To my moves on the floor, the the words in my flow,
         there's no copying me.
I just spit out some more,
Oh, I'm sorry, did I get that on your face?
      I didn't know this **** was a race.
Not one where the winner is the fastest,
but the one who can actually last this; stand this:
                 Conform! Please the Man!
                    bureaucracy,
                    hierarchy, or
                          do what you can
                                                  to ask,
Who Is Man?
Who Am I?
                 Often, hidden like Waldo in this world..
                          Where even 'Hello' is a Forgotten Word.