| Song | Let Me Clarify |
| Artist | Kero One |
| Album | Kinetic World |
| Verse 1 | |
| They said “K you kinda soft, you rap too positive" | |
| while kids turn killers, wondering what role model is | |
| and for all these wack rappers I’m not tolerant | |
| i keep my feet firm in my beliefs, others wobbling | |
| dude I got more swag then vets hobbling | |
| but speak soft ,carry a big stick forget hollerin’ | |
| I flow mystic don’t miss it mystique is what it isn’t | |
| Digest this concept, 30 chews before swallowing | |
| And beware of MC’s, many fraudulent | |
| We all rappers but speak different, like a homonym | |
| I lift more feet than an Ottoman | |
| tryna reach my limits just to peak somewhere honoring | |
| while most move their mouths, but really saying nothing, | |
| like puppets, rocks I chuck it, show my hands like a mugging, | |
| I ain’t thuggin’, druggin’, dealin’ dope by the dozens, | |
| If music’s relative I’m Slanging hope to my cousins. | |
| I’m peeling my scars with 16 bars | |
| Record it, press it, hard and charge to credit cards, | |
| Here to raise the bar, watch your head when I move it, | |
| gimme one verse I’ll leave your head with contusions, | |
| egos I’m bruising, with more flavor than cumin, | |
| season, chop it dice it, fry it up I call it music, | |
| chef kero one here to slice through illusions | |
| gimme one verse I’ll clarify all confusions | |
| CHORUS | |
| I put my mask on and take it off | |
| I put my mask on and I take it off | |
| I put my mask on and peel it off | |
| Time to clarify time to clarify | |
| Verse 2 | |
| They say k, you slanty eyed, from around the bay, | |
| Did ya race rice rockets, long bangs in your face? | |
| Did you commit misdemeanors with your disagreements? | |
| Get all vehement and come out the mouth like bulimics? | |
| I had my moments, but I tried so many different things, | |
| Good at most everything except Listening, | |
| Bmx’ng , skateboarding with black and the white kids, | |
| Born a pisces , licensed to put rap in a vice grip, | |
| round the age of 14, I wrote my first 16 | |
| it wasn’t till’ 18, when I started beat making, | |
| deejaying, mixtaping, freestyling on stations, | |
| “sway” gave me props, to me my first standing ovation, | |
| adjacent, to gracing my confidence replacing, | |
| all those that said I couldn’t rap cause I was asian, | |
| I’m saying, don’t just stand there in amusement, | |
| Give me one verse I’ll clarify all confusions | |
| CHORUS |
| Verse 1 | |
| They said " K you kinda soft, you rap too positive" | |
| while kids turn killers, wondering what role model is | |
| and for all these wack rappers I' m not tolerant | |
| i keep my feet firm in my beliefs, others wobbling | |
| dude I got more swag then vets hobbling | |
| but speak soft , carry a big stick forget hollerin' | |
| I flow mystic don' t miss it mystique is what it isn' t | |
| Digest this concept, 30 chews before swallowing | |
| And beware of MC' s, many fraudulent | |
| We all rappers but speak different, like a homonym | |
| I lift more feet than an Ottoman | |
| tryna reach my limits just to peak somewhere honoring | |
| while most move their mouths, but really saying nothing, | |
| like puppets, rocks I chuck it, show my hands like a mugging, | |
| I ain' t thuggin', druggin', dealin' dope by the dozens, | |
| If music' s relative I' m Slanging hope to my cousins. | |
| I' m peeling my scars with 16 bars | |
| Record it, press it, hard and charge to credit cards, | |
| Here to raise the bar, watch your head when I move it, | |
| gimme one verse I' ll leave your head with contusions, | |
| egos I' m bruising, with more flavor than cumin, | |
| season, chop it dice it, fry it up I call it music, | |
| chef kero one here to slice through illusions | |
| gimme one verse I' ll clarify all confusions | |
| CHORUS | |
| I put my mask on and take it off | |
| I put my mask on and I take it off | |
| I put my mask on and peel it off | |
| Time to clarify time to clarify | |
| Verse 2 | |
| They say k, you slanty eyed, from around the bay, | |
| Did ya race rice rockets, long bangs in your face? | |
| Did you commit misdemeanors with your disagreements? | |
| Get all vehement and come out the mouth like bulimics? | |
| I had my moments, but I tried so many different things, | |
| Good at most everything except Listening, | |
| Bmx' ng , skateboarding with black and the white kids, | |
| Born a pisces , licensed to put rap in a vice grip, | |
| round the age of 14, I wrote my first 16 | |
| it wasn' t till' 18, when I started beat making, | |
| deejaying, mixtaping, freestyling on stations, | |
| " sway" gave me props, to me my first standing ovation, | |
| adjacent, to gracing my confidence replacing, | |
| all those that said I couldn' t rap cause I was asian, | |
| I' m saying, don' t just stand there in amusement, | |
| Give me one verse I' ll clarify all confusions | |
| CHORUS |