Alright

I’m only 33 but my mind is older
I been around the globe with a crew of grown-ups
My team guillotine, what the fuck could you show us
I feel bad for whoever go after
We show up like a bruise in the morning
Pass the bath salts, bring the airhorns in…
Nah, nah, that’s not funny
I was on the hard road, traveled by the hungry
Rap without a barcode, get the bloody money
You were in my classroom fucking up, dummy
Get em hella hype, Vanilla Ice, I bet they might
Crown you the new Couple of Years Ago
Strange Fame remain and lames still fear the flow
Put it down and pick it up like an addict
Who’s that scratching at scabs in the attic
Fuck your swag if you never got your ass kicked
We in the mix to fix that
What’s happening??!

I’m not saying that I feel good but I feel alright
(x3)

What’s the B stand for? Bad motherfucker
Banned from the Broadcast
Built for discomfort
As for the Bullshit I can’t hear none of it
Doctor told me it was Bad for my stomach ulcer
Fuck him if he can’t take a joke
Fulla Bad energy. I’mma tear throats
Your freestyle parlor trick pretty boy politics
Carpet-bagging style-biting blatantly dishonest shit
Gets no love in the city of Providence
Arms folded up and the heads nod stiffly
They are not feeling you
You are not killing me
Stole a good Eyedea but lack the Abilities
God forbid I bring the heavy artillery…
Problem kids will get buried in their misery
Bomb the bridge and teach a lesson to the industry
Not the shit you just the filler that’s in between
I might clip your wings, little parrot!
I might sing some things that bring sadness
Matter of fact I might be your parent
My caliber’s well established
Cause your A-side ain’t half my B-side
Deny FaceTime request you don’t see mine
Til I say so, need I re-mind
Your whole city is still my bee-hive

I’m not saying that I feel good but I feel alright
(x3)

Fashion fades, style is eternal
I’m back cause time’s a flat circle
So put the needle to the platter we serve you
And black out and spaz and smash furniture
You in the whip then snap the turn signal
Drive up on the curb and park in a store window
I’m kidding though, don’t piss your life away
Turn up the gas, put the metal in the microwave!
Irradiate and let’s make it to a brighter day
Because the bucket brigade is not coming
So let it burn cause you can’t save nothing!
I’mma name names and pray they say something
I’mma use breaks in the beats
Snitch ass websites hating on a Thief!
but it’s OK cause I ain’t even got my name on the deed
Tell wifey if she leave she can take the keys
I told the label if it come, they can blame it on me
Attach my debt but that’s a bad investment
I sank all my winnings into building the next shit
How I keep moving on the path I step in
See its a privilege and a duty to wreck shit
Lethal rhetoric for my people’s benefit
To be pre-eminent I’m a seasoned veteran
May feel degenerate but I keep a regiment for the increased
Betterment of my Speech Development

I’m not saying that I feel good but I feel alright
(x3)

When everywhere is war, what do you prepare for?
Stockpile ammunition for police standoff
Or learn to breathe underwater with your organs on the outside
Fitted up. Jittery from the downtime
I don’t wanna do it all on my own
And I don’t wanna die looking at my phone
I’m on 6 kinda pills for 5 different ills
And I got a rifle but I ain’t got drones
What I’m trained to do is use microphones
What they say to do is hide away at home
Who I wanted to be was an american poet
Get props in the cypher and record the moment
Then my whole city got buried and broken
So I sat right down in the rubble & wrote this:
“The field is dry. The wind is high. 
Fix your lips and lets sparks fly.”
I’m not saying that I feel good, but it’s fine
Got a beaten up copy of Catcher In The Rye
I keep it nearby if you ever doubt that
And if the world burns
I’ll provide the soundtrack
Throw me to the wolves, and I’ll come back
Leader of the pack

[Verse 1:]
I’m only 33 but my mind is older
I been around the globe with a crew of grown-ups
My team guillotine, what the fuck could you show us
I feel bad for whoever go after
We show up like a bruise in the morning
Pass the bath salts, bring the airhorns in…
Nah, nah, that’s not funny
I was on the hard road, traveled by the hungry
Rap without a barcode, get the bloody money
You were in my classroom fucking up, dummy
Get em hella hype, Vanilla Ice, I bet they might
Crown you the new Couple of Years Ago
Strange Fame remain and lames still fear the flow
Put it down and pick it up like an addict
Who’s that scratching at scabs in the attic
Fuck your swag if you never got your ass kicked
We in the mix to fix that
What’s happening??!
[Chorus:]
I’m not saying i feel good but i feel alright [x2]
I’m not saying i feel good but i feel al
Saying i feel good but i feel al
Saying i feel good but i feel alright

[Verse 2:]
What the B stand for bad mother fucka
From the broadcast build for discomfort
Ask for the bllshit i can't have none of it
Doctor told me it was bad for my stomach
Also Fuck him if he can't take a joke
Full of bad energy i’m a defrost you
Freestyle poetry pretty boy politics
Call me back in style fighting niggers trying to shit
Get no love in the city of politics
Hold it up and the heads not safely
And they not feeling you not killing me
Stole the good i did but lacked the ability
God forbid to bring a heavy Artillery
Robbing kids and getting buried in the mystery
Bomb the bridge and teaching messages to the industry
Not this shit you just a filler in this industry
We might clip your wings little parrot
My things are things that brings savage
A matter of fact i might be your parent
My caliber is well established cause
A side ain’t got my B side
And i facetime request you ain’t see mine
Till i say so need i remind
Your whole city is still my bitch

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Fast to fame style is eternal
I’m bad because time’s a flat circle
So put the platter to the needle serve you
And black out the splat and smash furniture
You want to snip a snap and turn satan
Drive up around the curve and park at a store window
I’m getting up don't piss your life away
I ran out of gas put the metal in the microwave
Hey yeah let's make it to a brighter day
Cause the bucket brigade is not coming
So let it burn because you can't say nothing
Am going to say names and hope they say something
We don't use brakes on the beats
Snitch ass websites hating off thiefs
It's ok cause i ain't even have my name or the detail
I told my wife she can leave she can take the keys
The label if they come they can put it on me
Attached my debt but that's a bad investment
I sink all the women in the building with that shit
How do i keep moving in the path that i’m moving
Seeing that lady duty to that direction
Lethal relevant to my people’s benefit
Preeminent i’m a seasoned veteran
I feel de relevant but i keep for my betterment
On my speech development

[Chorus]

[Verse 4:]
When everywhere is war what are you prepared for
I learned to standoff and to breathe under water
With your organs on the outside jewellery downtown
I want to learn to do it all on my own and
One time looking at my phone
I got six kind of pill for different types of ill
And a right fill but i ain’t got drones
All i’m trained to do is use microphones
What they say to do is know your way home
All i wanted to be was an american poet
Get props on the site and record the moment
Then my whole city got buried and broken
So i sat down in the rubble and wrote this
The field is dry the wind is high
Fix your lips and start let sparks fly
I’m not Saying i feel good but it's fine
Gotta beat up lots of competition in the rise
I’ll be Near by if you ever doubt that
And if the world burns i will provide the soundtrack
Throw me to the walls and i’ll come back
We are the pack