If you want more, you can visit my website (http://mrnapkins.com), follow me on Twitter (@zachsherwin), and buy my music at the links above. Also, I'm a vegan Jew, so please don't take "flavor like provolone and prosciutto" too literally. Credits and lyrics:
Beat by Upryz (http://upryz.com)
Director/Director of Photography: Jacki Moonves
Editor/Effects: Jon Berkas
Production Designer: Sam Rhymes
Sound: Pon Franco
Gaffer: Chris Saulnier
Special thanks: Rita Sherwin, Lloyd Ahlquist, Gabe Michael, Rafael Serrano, Flynn Adam, Marc Chester, Atul Singh, Nice Peter, Maker Studios, Alexis Brodey, Ian Brownell, and Heather Goldberg.
What I want to provide is a bit of context
Help you get with the program, bring you on board with the concept
Positive vs. negative like a proton-electron contest
I just hope that a verse this hot is not gonna make my palms sweat
Rap professional comin' atcha from every angle like a protractor
Flavor like provolone and prosciutto, written down or freestyled pro bono
Rarely profane, not fuelled by propane, I would rather eat rappers to get my protein
And I'd proclaim myself pretty proficient at procuring my preferred provisions
Profoundly prolific, this MC is; proprietor of fire like Prometheus
Ego's as big as my nose is, aka my prodigiously-proportioned proboscis
Props to producers spinnin' those records, and b-boys spinnin' like propellers
And all my graf writers with paint and propellant? I love 'em man!
But on the other hand:
Sometimes I lack confidence and as a consequence I can't concentrate
My negative thoughts just congregate as I contemplate with consternation
My constant content constipation. Writer's block is like confirmation that
No concert connoisseur would consider me a star in his consummate-MC constellation.
And there's no consolation for my contempt for me. Au contraire:
I'm convinced that congested and confounded is what I'm condemned to be.
I'm the opposite of conceited. I should have stopped and quit and conceded long ago
I'm out of control and I need to confront these demons
Everybody has pros and cons, happy and sad emoticons
Offs, ons, yesses, nos, yins, yangs, cons, pros
Each of us contains a proliferation of contradictions
That conspire to promote a profusion of confusion and provoke conniption fits
That leave us twitchin' and twisted and with emotional bruisin'
Man I'm talking convulsions, also contortions, contusions
But I'll proffer this proposal, and convey my conviction
That being prone to inner conflict and contention is just the proverbial human condition
There is no magic bullet, no projectile that can be conjured
All we can do is proceed and continue, lace up our Pro-Keds and Converse
No procrastination, gotta go hard like concrete, get proactive
Concoct that projection, construct that prototype, make it happen
I'm pro-creation, like I was the consequences of promiscuous
Conjugal relations that are not protected by condoms, prophylactics, and contraceptives
Wide-open palms protruding, proving I'm no con artist
I meant every word, prologue to conclusion
Title: "Pro/Con." Artist: Napkins.