The second first, you bet it hurts and even worse
My vices stem from being versed and versatile
Searchlights searching through for delinquents sinking into servitude
The packed pipes herbs will do for certain persons working through the darkest of suburban afternoons
Represent the fellow representatives and senators
Feed the week competitors to all the teething predators
Who said that we’re the editors?
Relax, you don’t disappoint because you can’t
What you earn is what you spend, that’s all you learn from puffing all them plants
Yeah it’s all a nothing
You want to be someone, take what’s yours and turn your nothing into something
Cook my feasts for crooks and creeps
Serve my wine to businessmen who hopes that they adopt me before they book it east
You could be the joker, I’m gonna be the prince
And I’ll be sniping thieves until they get the hint

One for the treble and uh, two for the bass
Three for the rebels oh and four to keep them laced
I said a one for the treble and uh, two for the bass
Three for the rebels oh and four to keep them in their place

How do you do, why do we do?
I don’t know you, but I think that the sky isn’t blue
Why would I die for a guy in the sky?
Why do we lie? You can find it in pi.
Think of life as a fly, life just passing you by
I don’t know why, don’t ask me again
Matter of fact, ask me while I’m laughing again
I’ll probably have it by then
Mad at the world for like half of the day
The other half, well I guess that I could just laugh it away
Maintaining a look, that custodian funk
Removed from the world like Thelonious Monk
Well, if it isn’t my inhibition
Given a little symptom of living within my vision and spitting the superstition
Don’t tell me that you’re any different in this nonsense
Running from nothing, but I’m running for the conquest
The world’s crawling with the anxious and the driven
And I was taught I guess to make sure that I take it when it’s given

One for the what, two for the why
Three for the when, oh and four to keep you off the high
One for the what, two for the why
Three for the when, oh and four to keep me off the high

Them classic raps back to back built stacks, now we break weed on wax
It’s the year that is here, and I love it with no fear, that’s counterproductive
Them crazy babies want to take their wounds back to the vibrations of the tomb
So now I’m struggling with all the semantics of order
Yeah, I’m struggling with whether I should buy a trumpet or a pretzel for the man on the corner
It’s the science of a younger, all I want is to triumph with a hundred hands
All I really want right now is for you to understand
No longer can I borrow so today I come with my ambitions of tomorrow
Sometimes I wish that I could run away to eternal summer days
But instead I will stay because my endeavors are too far underway

One for the treble and uh, two for the bass
Three for the rebels oh and four to keep them laced
I said a one for the treble and uh, two for the bass
Three for the rebels, oh and for to keep them in their place
One for the what, two for the why
Three for the when, oh and four to keep you off the high
One for the what, two for the why
Three for the when, oh and four to keep me off the high