| If a rocket tried to launch on its own, it couldn’t do it
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| It’s propelled into orbit by boosters attached to it
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| These are called «stages,» and when their fuel’s exhausted
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| The rocket keeps going, but the stage falls off it
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| Now I need your attention like a tourist attraction
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| 'Cause I’m making an announcement, like «folks, it’s the captain»
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| As of now it’s official, like a stage disattachin'
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| I am finished with the stage name «MC Mr. Napkins
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| Look, I needed that name to rock the stage
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| At an earlier stage of my career
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| But now it’s like a used-up stage on a rocket ship
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| And it’s time to let it fall away and disappear
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| My stage name, my stage name
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| I’m saying goodbye to my stage name
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| I will keep writing rhymes hot enough to set the page aflame
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| But I’m saying goodbye to my stage name
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| When I began performing in my old Cambridge, Massachusetts haunts
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| I had all these gimmicks, bells and whistles, and accoutrements
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| A huge curly ponytail, voluminous locks
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| A special coat, a bandanna, and the old-school-est, boomin'-est box |
| With which I’d play my instrumentals and tracks
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| I would rap wearing batting gloves with N’s on the back
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| These props helped me stand out, and they got me in character
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| Would rapping have been scarier without all that there? |
| For sure
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| But as time passed, and the stage fright receded
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| I dropped the props — they were no longer quite needed —
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| And that’s how the name feels now, I’m not mad that I had it
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| I’ve just outgrown it, and I’m ready to shed it and move past it
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| 'Cause at best it feels neutral, but at worst I feel it makes people dismiss me
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| As another wacky comedy rap goofball
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| And on the one hand, who cares?
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| But on the other, let’s be honest:
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| It’s provoked some negative responses
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| Like when a club booker said she «hated it»
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| Or when my friend asked me to open a show
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| But then the promoter said «no» when my friend told him about my alias
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| Or how I felt a painful, shameful twinge
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| When my uncle, who I love, said that when he heard the name it made him cringe
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| That sucked, It stung and troubled me
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| But I didn’t buckle or knuckle under, I stuck to my guns stubbornly |
| They couldn’t make me quit or fire me
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| I’m retiring the name and this decision’s mine entirely
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| So look up in the sky and see me flyin' even higher
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| Desist from rappin'? |
| That’s not a thing I wish to happen, it’s the passion
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| Don’t think the rocket ship’s a-crashin'
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| I’m just forging forward as Zach Sherwin, not MC Mr. Napkins
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| My stage name, my stage name
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| I’m saying goodbye to my stage name
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| My stage name, my stage name
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| I’m saying goodbye to my stage name
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| My stage name, my stage name
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| I’m saying goodbye to my stage name
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| I will never stop the hip-hop
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| That will always stay the same
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| But I’m saying goodbye to my stage name
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| I had to Switchitup, of that fact I became certain
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| And I can feel my rocket’s crackly flame burnin'
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| I used to be the Mr. Napkins-renamed person
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| Now, I’m just Zachary James Sherwin |