Ooh-ah, ooh-ooh-ah Ooh la-la-la-la-la-la-la It go ooh-ah, ooh-ooh-ah Ooh la-la-la, yo Gettin' bread like a pigeon from a senior citizen Sittin' in a park both loiterin' and litterin' Spittin' with a dark contrast vastly different With shit that finna get under your skin like it was glycerin My lane got one car in it My British brethren be like, "That shit is hard, innit?" Raw wit' it The ultimate making you withdraw all timidly Timothy Leary, visually hear me Images appear both vividly and clearly Riveting and eerie like watching an old film Knowing each and every actor's in a coffin or a kiln, I don't Do a lot of bondin' Lot of talkin', it ain't often I'm respondin' On my high horse through the high plains wanderin' The sunset I ride off into is Wakandan Lot of people fond of my ponderin' Underlings over yonder, they somberly sing my praises Faces that look reluctant Phrases both repugnant and redundant Humdrum dumb shit I get confronted with Your one-upmanship done sunk and shit Iceberg to the lung quick, puncture it You unsure, uncomfortable as one could get I once learned a mushroom trip To shut the fuck up Suffering is part of life, suck it up like a tractor beam In this elaborate dream in which You're the lead actor being casted in every scene No matter if it's comedic actin' or dramatic leanin' And candidly the camera and the screen can't be mean And there's no one you can hide behind or people you can stand between The songs are unwritten, there's no Rodgers and Hammerstein And you don't get to just walk to the side and grab a tambourine Deadringer for a lead singer This world way too cold, I moved to Cali, I don't need winter Practiced at my craft, mastered it like Splinter But it's funny, it was way more fun to be a beginner Now I'm spoiled rotten by the flow I'm used to Truthfully it took awhile to develop like photos used to Flash forward, now I own a booth too And people often say, "You look nice next to that microphone, it suits you" Tour van, smile dryly as I cruise through Fuck it, I do it live like O'Reilly or The Roots do Few screws loose, highly cuckoo Irey as Honey Boo-Boo with a stein full of YooHoo! Screw you and what your wack crew wants You lack nuance, I disregard you and stack loot like the Duponts Paint a picture perfectly with words that keep Graphic designers inspired to create some new fonts Times Newer Roman For rhymes through my mind I am fine tooth combin' Post-COVID you can catch me on the road again Mind wide open as I drive through Bozeman America, I'm applying to be your spokesman Coast to coast from Roanoke to Oakland Who dosed him? Who knows him? Who brought him here? What's he smokin'? I'll have some of that Get to rollin' Yo, he got a twin, can we clone him? What's he cloaked in? Is that regular leather or goat skin?