Lyrics The Ginger - Postmodern Picard

They call me the ginger
Uh, yeah, uh-huh, here we go

They call me the ginger
But if i don't know you, you get the finger
I get down like em and gambino
My friends like to get down at the casino
But that's not my cup of tea though
It's chill but still i like to play games at will
I am the best rapper, just sit still
In C it's null but in Go its nil
That's a coding reference, over your head
Let's switch up the words and the topic instead
Would you like to talk about someone alive or dead?
How about will smith? the fresh prince of bel air
I've been told I'm an angry him, my nephew compared
So if I am hitch, you must be a bitch
There's no outfit in which you could switch
All i need is a DJ and I'm up in a sitch

Yeah
They call me the ginger
Call me Mr. Picard

Check this out, y'all
You wanna know why they call me that? cause work
I don't wanna be a jerk but i can't twerk worth shit
Since an infant, i was a misfit, i didn't quit
On my dream of becoming a chef, it was lit
They used to call me ginger back in the kitchen
It became my nickname and i wasn't bitching
I'm whiter than that Colgate, you can't relate
I'm in the sun for thirty minutes and it's too late
I'm already burned like the joke is on me
And the joke is on me, cause i have to pay a fee
In multiple ways, it's so frustrating
That's why i never go to the beach when I'm dating
I'm the flyest mc to ever grace the stage
You agree? good, I'm glad we're on the same page
30 is my age, and I shine like a mage
I won't stop til they call me the rap Nick Cage
When i don't use gel, my hair is just alright
Not like Kendrick, but blown up like Napoleon Dynamite
I've got tattoos and a problem with authority
But that's because I'm in a 2 percent minority
But that's because I'm in a 2 percent minority

They call me the ginger
They call me the ginger, bitch
Yo i'm out man