So Prolific, You Thought I Had A Twin

Its Friday, picture me rolling with rollers in my hair,
Like Big Perm, worried 'bout what they say? shiiiiitt!  I don't care!
Let me clear my throat, shout out to DJ Cool,
Ain't no snow on the ground, so I guess I gotta take yaw little a$$es to school,
Teach you the rules, and a little bit of history,
The origins of this rap game's important, and can't be no mystery,
Hip hop started out in the park, 
Then spread to the world like seeds blown from trees,
Hip Hop ain't dead, it simply shed it leaves,
Real talk - the industry shi÷÷ed on my dream,
I was in a funk, plus I couldn't breathe,
Damn a recording contract, I fit 16 bars into a tweet,
Adverb fans can follow he for free,
Just lyrics that you read, no beat,
On your smart phone, at your cubical or in the street,
Its Adverb who you heard, go tell 'em 'bout me,
Grew up in Indianapolis, had a paper route,
Back then, counted my stacks with an abacus,
Now, I'm older, like Pac, got my pay and weight up,
Describe my pockets like an obese Greek - Fatacus,
I'm bless blessed with the best,
Wife and daughter, Keisha and Zoe,
Who daily teach me love and plus they really know me,
When I talk about my hearts, I get a little Verklempt,
Don't mistake this as a weakness, 'cause I'm far from a wimp,
No guns or affiliations, but can burn them with my pen 
So prolific, you thought I had a twin,
I be getting it in, writing rhymes even while I'm shi÷÷in',
Never take a break, with exception of Thanksgiving,
That's 364/24/7 days a week,
You know my words, but you never even heard me speak,
The revolution won't be televised,
Best believe it will be Tweeted,
If it's on TV, trust you can't believe your eyes,
Let's face it, the media's facts are lies,

And bull$#!+ plus they're conceited,
You don't have to be a genius, just read it,
All the stuff going on in the world, and we're fed Kim Kardashian? 
I know more about this chick than I do about the Taliban!