The first twice, hurts nice, verse vice, searchlights dodging
Earn the rights, herb for pipes got my urges right
Surge of light, bright like the urban nights
Represent, I resent false representatives competitive without a cause to be effective with
I’m tentative but attentive in the broader scheme of getting credited
So don’t disappoint, no return, live and learn, live to earn, in the ferns
In the shrubberies, puffing trees, fuck ‘em
Utterly under me, nothing
Toss them in the oven
Bake treats, I can taste them in my teeth
I could be the joker, you could be the thief
Give it a couple hours, we’ll make our way into this watchtower when things go sour

One for the money two for the show
Three for control and four to keep it on the low

I refuse to agree, I believe
See I believe we’re more than just a consequence of bottlenecks
I’m on the fence but Christ almighty this is ominous and partial
Hell, I think I’m doing well, I’m thinking we do because we ought to (auto)
Indeed this life, has been a battle no question you’re caught up in the devil’s lasso
I’ve known you since the day that you fell and I can tell but hell
We are something more than a bunch of mindless cattle, are we not?
I’ve seen the streams that are running through me
I know the sky’s blue because I see and what I see I know is real ‘cause I believe it to be
So why won’t you be judged?
You know the guy in the sky is high and dry, by and by, I am the guy who’s buying time
We need a finish line for giving time to the alleged process, that’s why I’m different in this nonsense
The world’s crawling with the driven and the anxious
Driven by concerns of if there’s truth beneath the basics

One for the money two for the show
Three for control and four to keep it on the low

These whack raps back-to-back slack, but that’s that, now the boom bap is back
It’s the year of the fear in the time of the synthesized in disguise for all the little guys
These 80s babies I assume want to take their tunes back to the vibrations of the womb
So now I’m torn between the horns and John Zorn and Aesop witnessing the beauty born
So what you really want? About to take the world by storm with this shit I’ma put you on
I want some parameters for my pentameter and all the mannerisms of my grandeur
Sometimes I wish that I could runaway like Kanye and other days I wish I knew exactly what to say
I wish that I could put these twisted fantasies up on the table and just make discussion feel okay

One for the money two for the show
Three for control and four to keep it on the low