If rhyming’s for the birds I say/ I’m feeding them the worms today/ Drop another ill display/ Like flags attached to bomb campaigns/ Use my brain to hold the reins/ I’ll ride this beat like bullet trains/ Or Spider Man on Seabiscuit/ (What the hell is that you say) Yeah I said it/ Spit unleaded charge you for the lines I credit/ Just a random thought impressive/ That’s exactly what’s expected/ Consistent like steady paychecks/ Have you see my words like lasik/ Off the wall like shelves in basements/ That goes without saying blatant-ly/ Who the fuck I be/ Call you privileged company/ Be around my essence yes I should charge a entrance fee/ So it goes speak these prose like a professional/ Artist poet or dope rhymer/ Not another fake chart climber/ I’ll be base diving chasing beat instead of chasing peaks/ Parachute onto the scene Evander Riddick ’93/ Going deep I’ll scratch the paint even going past the primer/ Represent the Golden State specifically the Whale’s vagina/ (chorus) Drop 16/ Pick up 8/ For the hook/ Drop another/ Fuck the others/ End of story close the book/ Pardon me/ But my attention span doesn’t span much/ Hook this up with that raw organic sack lunch/ Pack a punch like sugar water/ Add the color purple/ Its Relatable to all the Fonzies, Al Bundy’s, and Urkles/ (Kill a beat) When have you heard someone have this much fun with murder/ I’m like Cap N’ Crunch with a knife killing Tony the Tiger/ [with a butch knife killing the colonel] Serving up this oatmeal/ With a side of just deserts/ It just occurs/ Because we have that excellent like Mr. Burns/ We call that nuclear/ Ready to explode/ This ain’t a bomb threat it’s a promise/ I leave mushroom clouds in my tracks like I was atomic/ Supersonic sounds resonate/ Shattering your dinner plate/ Bump this on the interstate/ And tell your friend I’m fucking great/ [okay] It’s about time we enjoy the sound we put out/ Put a smile on your face like the sides of your mouth were cut out/ Why so serious? You pussies on your period need to cheer up/ Those mean mugs don’t mean much put cranberry in your beer cups/ (chorus) Drop 16/ Pick up 8/ For the hook/ Drop another/ Fuck the others/ End of story close the book/ I’m not Magneto I don’t pull steel/ Toys belong in kids meals/ Not in front of crowds yelling dropping lines no one feels/ And getting mad when cats dip out for fresh air or a cigarette/ No disrespect, but your set is not equivalent to a nicorate/ Or even some fresh oxygen/ I hope you understand it man/ It’s really hard to top/ Comfort and chemical addictions and/ Besides you gotta give me something that’ll pique my interest/ [Everybody raps], so what is it that you’re doing so different?/ [Like they say] if the shoe fits, I hope you like your new kicks/ Good luck making it big try to stay grounded in your g6/ Don’t fly away like some do/ Thinking your shit is crush groove/ Respect who came before you/ Make an attempt at something brand new/ For entertainment purposes at the very least/ You’ve given up your right to say you do this shit for inner peace/ Or the upliftment of your people so let me know when you get substance/ And your music graduates into something that’s more intelligent/ I’m out this/

I saw this dude the other day under bridge/ Yelling at the cars drive by shirt off that’s where he lived/ Maybe he was hungry maybe he was crazy/ Maybe he was sane but just over my head maybe/ Maybe he had a string of bad luck/ Maybe he’s the reason why his life is fucked up/ Maybe not, maybe this is where he wants his life to be/ Maybe he feels free or maybe just as trapped as me/ Maybe we can’t be the one’s to judge/ Or maybe I can say whatever the fuck I want/ Maybe, I could have asked what he was about/ But maybe I was comfortable holding on to all my doubts/ Maybe, maybe we’re all the same thing/ Maybe we fear different cause we fear what it will bring/ But Maybe things are exactly what they seem/ And Maybe I’m not seeing, just what’s right in front of me/ Maybe life is just this simple/ And we complicate it trying to sound smarter than what are/ Maybe life isn’t this stressful/ And we let the small stuff push us way too far/ Maybe it was worth giving it up/ Cause maybe the powers that be are too much/ Maybe the machine is too ruthless/ Maybe we earned the place but just happened to lose touch/ Maybe this was some type of foreshadowing And maybe in reality that dude was really us/ Maybe he’s a better man than me/ But maybe just maybe I don’t really give a flying fuck/

Feel free to call it how you want it/ I’m a straight edge trapped in a jagged alcoholic/ Spilling my guts like 40 oz bottle contents/ Speaking common knowledge without common sense/ Moving on with life like I could care less/ Keep my nose out of the trends cause I could care less/ Rather keep up with the news and current world events/ Leave the Jone’s with foreclosures and accumulated debt/ My purpose is bigger than what their selling/ I’ll just download the Wikileaks/ Why buy the freedom of speech/ Fear is weapon, so we’re scared to move in the right direction/ Isn’t that depressing/ We’re hesitant to ask the right questions/ Cause the right answer may not be the one that you’re expecting/ So we choose to live in bliss/ While the labor force who built my computer are dead because of it/ We purchase it then we scrap it for the parts/ Buy another one then exploit their plight for the art/ Then label it social consciousness/ (isn’t this a trip) Hypocrites finally the fancy label fits/ Exist through feeling indifferent/ God bless you, a statement I no longer relate with/ And there’s no one left to blame/ What a shame they say/ I say we just don’t feel the same/ It’s good to know no matter what I’ll push through/ Have more faith in myself than you do in you/ So I’m telling myself what I believe is true/ But everybody has doubts so what’s new/ My patience wears thin like my undershirts/ I’m humbled by failure but I’m telling you they still hurt/ My candle is burnt on both ends/ So I’m using this spark to relight and getting burning again/ When the love runs deep/ You’ll do whatever you can to make it work/ Even if it hurts/ Passion’s a prerequisite for worth/ So my passion her has me still writing these words/ And my passion for these words/ Has me conquering my nerves/ That’s the cycle that occurs/ So when my passion takes a turn/ These words are written in a blur and it all goes back to her/ It’s got my head spinning round/ And around the corner of my mind my place is found/

Yo we step into the PUB like we’re owning the spot/ Cheap bastards, getting drunk in the parking lot/ A pack of wild gremlins on a mission and budget/ Mainly go to bartenders where we know we’ll get hooked up with/ A stable full of beers Irish bombs and Jameson/ Then only go to clubs where we can walk right in/ And wear out our welcome/ Another homie’s booted/ 86’ers expanding you’d think we were recruiting/ I’m not feeling dress shoes cause I wear oxfords to work/ I’ll sport my new sneakers with a new hipster dress shirt/ Pulling out flask but only on the dance floor/ Filling up my cup with booze we bought from the liquor store/ Things get rowdy, have me dancing to some whack ass/ Electronic dance remix blast from the past/ Dudes are fist pumping like a pack of jack asses/ With V-neck shirts tighter than yoga pants spandex/ We’re a little different and that’s not by design/ A multi-cultural "Color Me Bad" that mix is hard to find/ 5 to10 borrachos looking for cheap tacos/ Make it down to Tj cause the bars never close/ Drinking on Tecates Coronas or Dos Equis/ Seen and done it all so there’s not much will impress me/ I’m 30 pushing 21, I’m telling you it’s good times/ Over the hill rapper spitting over average rhymes/ Over this acting tough stuff not over the great vibes/ Double OO is here so you can find me ciphering outside/ A little buzzed dropping whack rhymes about nothing much/ I think I’m so much better when I’m soo fucked up/ So what?/

Put me on the same track as your favorite newcomer/ I’ll show you that I’m out of their league like Charlie Joiner/ Hall of fame legend put my city on back/ Carry it like my guilt used to carry me to mass/ Iconoclast break down Icons can never last/ Mature with rap get my daps skills are upper class/ Upper deck number 1 call me Ken Griffey, Jr./ Making history I would have done it sooner/ Patience is my perfect match I’m the perfect suitor/ Why dwell on an imperfect past when I can see the future/ Make it big then break it big we work for the consumer/ They chew it up and swallow it then turn it to manure/ We’re planting a garden where my body can lay a tune to/ When I rest in peace at least my teachings will live on like the Buddha/ I bought a piece of real estate on the head of medusa/ Stone cold-blooded snake here’s venom for the bourgeois/ Certified upper echelon/ Etch it in stone/ Like the 10 commandments/ Command my way to the thrown/ Who needs the recognition/ Recognize it’s overrated/ Concentrate on what’s important/ Too bad the script is faded/ Can’t feel the Braille correct/ Like it was printed on scoria/ And your sense of touch was lost/ Like fingers dipped in Columbia/ Whatever the hell/ This is my heaven that fell/ I spent my last Sunday building it back to its normal self/ And as usual I gave birth like a surrogate/ Kill it every turn I get/ Kept it tight like a tourniquet/ Showed my true grit like this motherfucking beat we ripped/ Garage band organic bliss crunches the computer chips/ This is it/