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LEX Is More

by LEX the Lexicon Artist

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1.
L.E.X. 03:49
[Intro] My name is LEX I am a rapper I wrote this rhyme on the crapper, whaat? [verse 1] Now everybody that can hear this sound Put your muthafuckin hands in the air right now But if you got a small dick put em down Cause i’m looking for a fella that is well endowed, uh Just kidding, I am not a size queen Just a fan of cool licks, ice cream Screamin’ like I’m Pewdiepie on a livestream Flow cold like Articuno, ice beam I’m high on IQ and drugs, limitless These guys wanna give me hugs, minivest If I succumb to my delusions of omnipotence I’ll get my head cut by Macduff, Inverness I’m goin’ crazy like a mammal, batshit I’m dropping bars like I’m droppin, acid I eat it up like a cake, fat kid Fill me in the next day, madlibs [chorus] Why you fuckin’ with that L.E.X Man I heard it all so what you gonna tell me next? That I’m rude as fuck? That I’m selling sex? I’d deny it but a lot of truth is said in jest I’m like Why you fuckin’ with that L.E.X Man I heard it all so what you gonna tell me next? That I’m whack as hell? I got no respect? I’d deny it but a lot of truth is said in jest [verse 2] I’m gettin turnt like a centrifuge, spinnin’ out Your whole game like your hair, thinnin’ out And I’m gettin death threats any minute now I’m out in California catching beef, in-n-out I like to keep it kinda funny, hashtag But the drinking takes a toll, Fastrak I hit it right on the head, snapback You fuckers put it on the wrong side, asshat Now errybody in the club get tipsy I’m walkin round wearing jeans that dont fit me I got some holes in my crotch, getting thrifty Fuck getting rich, I’ll die trying, Fifty Look at me, I ain’t got no street cred I’m too wholesome and bland, wheat bread I’m a straight A graduate from UCB and I’d rather eat a dick than get a B, I’d rather be dead [chorus] [bridge] Yeah I’m the best, really I got nothing left to say The fellas say i got the best ass in the bay I like to claim I got it working out every day But I got it eating pita chips and sippin on some alize Big dreams but I’m really fuckin lazy People tell me Alex you crazy, I say maybe Keep writing wordplay till writing words pays me But till then, I can do this all day, see [verse 3] Souped up in a Cadillac, miso Meter won’t give my quarter back, tebow Got an ese in the back seat, mijo Wrote a song about myself, ego Ripped off lonely island, semicolon I’m just low on motivation, Kelly Rowland I wanna be on top, but all the gender roles Got me fucked up like hentai, tentacles Hear the voices in my head, bad sign Tryna tell me that I’m mental, gaslight They wanna try to steal the spotlight, costar Beat they fucking teeth in, crowbar My thoughts standing in the crowd, unimpressed Not a no, not a yes, to some extent I broke a God-given promise, covenant Now I’m doing wordplay in hell, punishment [chorus] [outro] What, what, why, why Why you fuckin’ with that L.E.X What, what, why, why Cause a lot of truth is said in jest, I'm like What, what, why, why Why you fuckin’ with that L.E.X What, what, why, why Why you fuckin’ with that, why you fuckin' with that
2.
Undateable 03:42
[verse 1] Most of my life, I was undateable If love was a game, I was unplayable I didn’t want it that way, I liked plenty of guys But I was not a romantic entity in their eyes I was the weird nerd, the one with glasses I was the overachiever, top of my classes I was the awkward loner eating lunch in the corner I was the kid who got picked last in soccer practice Followed the rules, no skirts above the knee But to be totally honest there wasn’t much to see And I began to believe I was worthless and ugly because Nobody wanted to fuck me But see, In a world where a girl’s source of self esteem Is being pretty enough to star in your wet dreams Well her relationship status really matters to her If she doesn’t have it it’s like she has no identity I lived through the fragility of my own name Till I found respectability in my own brain [HOOK] We are, Miss Undateable We are, just unfazeable Nobody wants us, we do it ourselves Nobody wants us, we’re giving them hell I said X2 [verse 2] Number one question for an undateable chick Do I really have to settle for an inflatable dick? (ugh) As time went on I found the answer to that question My discovery was really rather depressing All of a sudden in college everyone wanted to fuck All of a sudden acknowledged I was a prospect to fuck All of the problems I had with confidence I thought that I could Stop by fucking lots of people now that people think I’m hot (woo) But it was not the panacea to my issues Cause dudes had me feeling used like a pack of tissues Stay and chat for a second, jeez, I just banged you And I don’t get a last name or even a thank you? Damn! Hooking up’s way too easy But getting them to stay and maybe date you? Beats me I ain’t even needy I don’t need the exclusivity Who’d have thought attractiveness could lead to negativity? You know what I think? I think you’re scared of me You’re scared of girls with my level of mental clarity [HOOK] [verse 3] Then there’s the racists, that stuff’s fucked up Saying shit that just leaves me dumbstruck Like, I ain’t tryna be your geisha girl cumslut And Asian vaginas aren’t sideways you dumb fucks! God! This shit drives me insane Cause nothing’s changed, I’m still hating the dating game Maybe I shouldn’t complain, I’ve got it okay I don’t have time for a guy cause I’m writing all day I wrote my way out of extremely low confidence Before I rapped I had completely no consequence Honest to god I wanna make competence popular Onto the populace, turn the commoners to philosophers. And notwithstanding all the problems we constantly face Autonomous women’s ambitions will fall into place I’m confident that we undateables will make it Break the internet with our brains, no need to get naked Cause [HOOK]
3.
Alive 03:09
[verse 1] They say that, you gotta sell something you don’t have first So Imma, pretend i’m decent for the whole damn verse But not too long ago I thought nothing could ever be worse Than living life like a stage play that I never rehearsed Cause they say Sing for the moment, they tell you, freeze it and own it We know this, but would you rather be working out or eating a donut? But if you go for the marshmallow you’re not a grownup So I’m sitting here bitch made, waiting for shit to show up But every brain cell that I’m spending sitting overthinking Could be the same cell that I’ll liquidate with overdrinking Well I’ve been thinking maybe we got it wrong To be existing in a predictable beat of a song So right now If you’re alive put your hands up California put your mother fuckin hands up East bay put your goddamn hands up Lemme see you put your muthafuckin hands up Yeah, if you’re alive put your hands up California put your mother fuckin hands up Taipei put your goddamn hands up Throw em up to the sky if you feel alive [verse 2] See life’s a mystery, that’s why we study history But learning from my screwups has never quite been a fit for me i spent my energy on the major asymmetry In my left brain, fairly uncommon in the industry And I crave fame but I’m jaded by the limiting Framework where famous tends to operate artistically And so I’d stay up running the same words in my head Dreading the fact that I won’t catch a break realistically But if the UCs evaluate holistically And if the rap game’s saturated statistically Then maybe that means I don’t have to live so cynically Cause people flip their shit at a rapper with my ethnicity You’ll won’t catch me filming concerts on an iphone Live in every minute like i’m crossing over timezones Fuck the status quo I’ll make the genre my own Keep writing lyrics that’ll get your fucking mind blown Yeah, if you’re alive, put your hands up California put your mother fuckin hands up East bay put your goddamn hands up Lemme see you put your muthafuckin hands up Yeah, if you’re alive put your hands up California put your mother fuckin hands up Taipei put your goddamn hands up Throw em up to the sky if you feel alive That’s what I tell myself, but I’m a perfectionist I wish that being a hedonist was more effortless I wish success was dependent on only cleverness But all this other bullshit makes me think that I ain’t meant for this But never mind, I’m feeling now while I’m thinking big Take over the world with just a pen between my fingertips I’ll run the marathon, I don’t have to sprint to it Cause living’s like I’m doing my taxes, I’m fucking intuit [final chorus] Yeah, if you’re alive, put your hands up California put your mother fuckin hands up East bay put your goddamn hands up Lemme see you put your muthafuckin hands up Yeah, if you’re alive put your hands up California put your mother fuckin hands up Taipei put your goddamn hands up Throw em up to the sky if you feel alive
4.
Glasses 02:40
Glasses [verse 1] Yeah I wear glasses, so what? I can make your whole fanbase go nuts Cause being nerdy is cool, it’s time to grow up Or maybe you’re a little jelly cause your flow sucks. I’m sicker than a chick sticking her fingers into her throat tryna throw up All the donuts she binged in a split second reckoning she’ll never be anything more than a record setter for eating all the donuts I’m blowing up like a samsung note 7 I open fire, no handgun, no weapon Damn son, I was rapping back in 07 Back when I was trapped with the Catholics tryna go to heaven And I was rapping with my glasses on Can’t remember the last time I didn’t have them on So elastic with the lyrics like an epsilon They’re an apt representation of my lexicon So [hook] Get off your asses I’m a rap star, hit em with the glasses Uh X2 [verse 2] Four eyes used to be uncool So I was a geek in school My friendgroup was a cesspool of massive tools Giving me shit because I followed the rules (shit) I’ll duel you like I’m Alexander I’ll take your ass to school like I’m Bernie Sanders I’m your chief commander, I exceed the standard While the cheaters next to me are tryna read my answers Read too many books, I was ten years old Got a pair of specs and I said here goes They made me into a rejected weirdo And became the lens through which i see the world So A mechanism for correcting my retina Injected into my identification ended up setting a Precedent that nerdy was acceptable My spectacles Made me respectable Oh! [hook] [verse3] I’m only getting better and better I’m feeling unfettered by tethers or pressure to be the mainstream I used to dream of getting on Letterman Then when it ended I settled for making it in my daydreams But I’m cool now, strange as it may seem We’re living in the golden age of dank memes And people dig it when I’m being eccentric spitting nonsensical shit like I’m in a game of spaceteam Maybe I’m a legend in the making cause The way of my trade is so painstaking but Maybe it’s the method that I shake it up Shakespeare on your ass, the rap game is up Smart is in And my heart is in it I’m delivering artful lyrics from start to finish And when they’re Stepping onto your pedestal Kicking you in the genitals Hitting you in the head you can bet i’ll be wearing my glasses [hook]

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released March 4, 2017

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LEX the Lexicon Artist New York, New York

LEX the Lexicon Artist combines Internet culture, fandom, punk ethos, and shock humor (not the mean kind) to create an over-the-top explosion of nerdy, dirty, funny raps.

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