Intro

I don’t bury, I incinerate;

I ain’t never headed back to that sorry state

Sorry, God I ain’t into reminiscing over where you brought me from

Cause I don’t know how to do that without becoming everything that I used to be

Halfway, half-done, never fully there, I was lazy and then some

All that and a bag of chips, I was trippin

Someone JR Smithed him now he got some different kicks

Serving pops, non-biological like I’m a step-son

That’s God. Yeah, SquadUp is my, um...affiliation. A present from above, not bacon, cause pigs can’t fly, and we all know that

This is not a flow that you used to

A 16- bar onomatopoeia; hear and see it like it’s YouTube

I had all my demons posting comments, hashtags in my mind, I’m they favorite trending topic

On the up and coming, on the rise like a comet

Out this atmosphere, cause the evil I’m breathing is toxic

Shout out to my white contacts, no Hopsin

Black man in the vein of racism

Prejudice and pride says my homie can’t be raw cause the color of his skin and the shape of his jaw, won’t get him nowhere unless his name is Marsh...all they finna do is call you a Macklemore

See I ain’t common; can’t buy me from a rapper store. Like these labels want to when you pass they doors. They window shoppin like they checkin options, and I’m not one. Say spittin that real won’t get you dollars and a house on the beach down in LA, vino in the ice. Overpriced Volkswagen with a bad one as your wife

Well, mine drives fine, gets me where I need to go, pedal to the floor, only got half of my stereo

Don’t play me,? here is an improvement on ya life. Son, the EP is free, cheaper than my ticket price

Come find me. Find out what I’m talking bout, pick up ya tabs and keep em, cause I’m pulling these bars out, like wow

So, the hell you mean I ain’t nice. Rappers say they hot, like white fumes on cold ice...still freezing

Tag, I am not it. God forgave my sins, so I know that I’m bout-it, bout-it huh?

I’m still prideful, I know I can never doubt it, huh? I’m stuck with it, I ain’t living without it, huh?

Took me far, gave me drive, off a cliff. Then I crashed hard, now my scaly butt sits…

On the bottom of the Hudson. Hear my heart beats as I weep through this discussion, of my depression, anxiety and inner fears. Welcome to my sanctification, things are not what they will appear

Gojira

Gojira

Gojira. They call me…

Gojira. They call me…

Gojira. They call me…

THEY SCREAM...GOJIRAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!