Moves in Mediocrity

You know there's a big difference between imaginary and real.
 But which one is better?
 Now I've been banking on the confidence, not lacking that no more
 I've been shading my metropolis, this super suit's too short
 Cuz if I can't fly to the roof, who am I to prove
 In opposites, talk all legit with big boots
 Which one fits mine when they file and cop a sit,
 It's fun for the nigh like I might choose
 This straight volition, ace to bishop,
 Making moves, not afraid to listen
 Brace your boots, better pray for business,
 Let me play with you, hope they shaving with it
 Got the grain up to, make the grade prolific,
 Stay safe in a room that I paid to witness
 Trade days in the booth for the pay that'll prove
 That I gave away what a label isn't
 I'm on top as of late, trying to make it a policy
 Proper to say that I believe in dropping prodigy
 Lotta names got property, I've confidence in my credits
 You got to see the pieces, making moves in mediocrity
 At the end of my line, tether the mind,
 Body the vessel, the pressure is fine,
 If I lead, I guess I'll be stepping in kind,
 Folly a freckle, the bottle is Prine's
 With death comes a chisel and I lie supine,
 Cover a pillow in my face opined
 Mellow bedfellows, hear cello declined,
 I credit the kettle for killing my rhymes
 Filler stilettos, you feeling the signs,
 The fickler settle for pictures of time
 Professional petals are picking the guys,
 Confession dishevels my picketing guise
 Turn a rock into pebbles, I'm checking the levels,
 Making a meadow I visit to cry
 Fit all the hellos, and telling the shadows,
 I said all I said, they live and they die
 I'm on top as of late, trying to make it a policy
 Proper to say that I believe in dropping prodigy
 Lotta names got property, I've confidence in my credits
 You got to see the pieces, making moves in mediocrity
 Spending my week, writing in keys,
 Standing by chiefs, all of em cheap,
 Half into bitching, just passing the minutes,
 I man a decision, a pinch of my cheese,
 Similarly I've been leading the pieces,
 Come in the back, I'm punching the ceiling,
 Trumping the facts, chucking the meaning,
 I'm running the math, nobody believes it,
 Shun em and laugh, a serial genius,
 Cut em in half to fell a machinist,
 Shut up at last, I'm tired of reading,
 Running a lap in a manner of speaking,
 Manning my scenes, I'm dreaming the scenic,
 A fan, a good seat, when you cover the secrets,
 I stand by the sea cuz I never had seen it,
 Sand at my feet, it's rather deceiving
 I'm on top as of late, trying to make it a policy
 Proper to say that I believe in dropping prodigy
 Lotta names got property, I've confidence in my credits
 You got to see the pieces, making moves in mediocrity