When I first landed the dam
age was outlandish
An guish, anxiousness,
and taking it for granted
But when I first landed I was
so relieved I lost my focus
Soon exceeded recommended
dosages
Now I hold the grip that holds the soul
that holds the poet skills
Exclusive it leaves illusions
of unfocused flows
I don't suppose you're taking
too much time
Breaking too much mind trying
to unravel the babble
That dismantled and left the lines
in need of some as sembly
So I can find the secret key
and free all the emcees
This planet spins on a bent axis
All access passes won't help
you to grasp the atmos'
I mean, what did you think
My agenda was to freestyle, smile,
get paid to smoke weed,
And grab the mic and
spoonfeed?
There's more to this than
just paying the rent
If you're riding on this song you need
to ride it to the end
Some shells get broke
Some keep their wigs closed
Some get exposed as little man big pose
Some make moves and some stay
daydreamers
But everbody seems to want some loot,
food and a beemer
Well make mine hunter green
with camel insides,
10 percent tips,
Mr. Pibb and some french fries
Inch by inch I take it closer to the shoulder
But day by day it's getting
harder to stay sober
Once again on the edge,
head's inebriated
Movement needs motive,
it's easier to be sedated
What makes me mighty
and another tiny?
Why does my psyche give a damn
about whether or not you like me?
If this crime's right I might be wrong
I grip this mic tight because it's
all I really have a grip on
So let the losers lose and
let the players play
The only difference is the day to some dust on the clay,
what?
(Chorus - 4X) Who's world
is that? it ain't mine,
and I'm grateful
Already got a plate full of clay on my table
I'm capable of handling fate, I know this
So do the people that get pissed
when this microphonist spits
Too many get caught up in the
lines that emcees thought up
But it's clear to me the ones that fear
me are the one's that oughta
I spot a blemish on
your planet's existence
I deliver subtle terror submerged
in clever sentences
Instantly pissin? away the misfits
The only residue that came of the
hypothetical spew they sprayed
When they swayed I'd have em
Half of 'em can't fathom
Where the 'Mats? from
I may be on those
You can ask 'em
At last, when we get down to it
There's more than sand and fluid
Involved in how I revolve and evolve
Can we solve the secrets? No.
Can we take trinkets? No.
So when the ink hits it's more
than just a sequenced flow
I can't bring you with me so
I'm a leave me here
Centuries from now they're gonna
study Atmosphere
Carefully I steer, I'm aware life is fatal
When I go, I wanna go like Ho,
taken by the play- dough