| Call me the 27th character
|
| Step foot upon the scene
|
| Like its the end of an era
|
| Me, I’ve never been better
|
| New recruit, big suit
|
| Inhale smoke and blow out nebulas
|
| Just like the candles on the birthday cake
|
| These lights going out
|
| Sons running their mouth
|
| Collapsing lungs like the universe does
|
| So bring em out
|
| I rap until I ain’t got nothing to rap about
|
| Or end up like my people who sleeping
|
| Up in the ground
|
| But I know that the peace up in the cloud
|
| Is keeping me from giving this up or tapping out
|
| So you ain’t tripping me up
|
| From flapping your mouth
|
| Through the conscience
|
| Living like the Loch Ness
|
| Right respect
|
| Using my veins as a harness
|
| I had a deal with the Devil from way back
|
| That read; |
| If he show’d his
|
| Fucking face i’d be giving him hands
|
| Really what is sicker than man
|
| Feed him from the garden
|
| Till his ticker is jammed
|
| Hoping the legacy stands
|
| But all he could do
|
| Was write his initials
|
| With a stick in the sand
|
| You could give him a hand
|
| But the greatest thing
|
| You could do
|
| Is live life without giving a damn
|
| Right?
|
| Wrong
|
| How many people will be peeping this song
|
| And like me
|
| A feeling like they didn’t belong
|
| Who hand-built the path of the currently on
|
| By uprooting the truth
|
| And killing the long gone
|
| See I gave up the goose
|
| So now I’m Gucci
|
| Yeah I gave up the juice and now i’m Juicy
|
| I had to balance my energy
|
| Like allowance
|
| Keep my feet up on the ground
|
| While my head was in the heavens
|
| Brethren
|
| That’s the life of a go-getter
|
| Make letters in my head twisting
|
| Up the points setter
|
| I’m getting high off the nature of the rhyme
|
| I’m a nation in my mind
|
| I’m a major in my prime
|
| I’m related
|
| Rocking over drums like a native
|
| Just to feel a bit closer to my spaceship
|
| Yeah not everything is so bad inside my caddus
|
| I can forget my brothers that are Able and Canen
|
| Can you speak my language
|
| I flip the languid
|
| Reach my hand out to those gripping me with hatred
|
| I’ll make a beacon with my fingers like Mavis
|
| I know they know it
|
| But dammit they need to see this |