Fan First (Why Is He Like This?!)

Fan First (Why Is He Like This?!) Hey Party people how do you feel I got style, finesse and stress appeal The less you feel, the less you may need to heal …but still, that ain’t no way to live I prayed they’d give me a second chance to seal The deal, so watch my spread love at will The love for skill, the love for the sense of detail I focus on the purpose, not the purchase at retail Soundscan, stream counts, all the routine tools Fools use to abuse the game, and seem cool Meanwhile, I study style, break every line down Or zoom back, fully extract the full impact Unbound creative limits, compromise unfound Have fun when young, till I’m old and rundown Right now…I didn’t need no fountain of youth What I spout in the booth, amount’s to mountain of truth Why is like this?! He’s a Fan First One white lie, I’m sitting in a chair at a desk Appearance a mess, not even properly dressed But probably fresh, that we’ve grown expect Or am I wrong? Circle A or B to select I means to collect more than some measly respect I aim to tap into your soul and cause a chilling effect But chill for a sec, that’s just a goal that I set To push myself to the limits, whether or not that it’s met It’s all in my head, perfect place to merge with memories Then turn it to energy, that burns in the inner me Entering new phase, centering new things Pick up and go to explore some new scenes 2 pair of blue jeans, 3Xs more shirts Time to write rhymes, drum machine in the man purse Can’t hurt, to get a recharge from the experts So headphones on, yeah, I’m always a fan first