Country Boy, City Kid

Herringbone Moonraker blacking out the booth its the
It's the Terrordome Tomb Raider back to kick the truth
Rip shingles off the roof & give a lil' dose of hope
...& try & break the curse that dope folks is always broke
My teeth a little crooked mane I gotta be honest
They told me all about it in my YouTube comments
They killed due process, the cops is like BLAO
I'm just out here living like apocalypse wow, I
Eat the whole loaf of bread, I don't throw away the end slice
Cuz something tells me this shit isn't gonna end nice
The Residential mayor, skills keep me employed
I'm just a Presidential Playa Rest In Peace Big Floyd
...Ya baby daddy trades Forex
My bass plucks hard like a Dunlop Tortex, a Reservoir Dog
Cold-hearted, polar vortex
Polarize wit every performance out my cortex

CHORUS:

A OG not an old head
Get the name Jake Palumbo tatted on ya fo-head
A Hillbilly not a redneck
Questioning my vision then ya need to get ya head checked
I'm tryna mature-ate my purpose
But inside I'm still obsessed with tryna saturate your cervix
Stack ya chips, try to maintain
Country Boy city kid living in the same brain

Yo I just rhyme for the amenities
SpaceLAB Recordings, ornery Public Enemies
Chasing Dead Presidents, bumping Dead Kennedys
Tennessee tendencies, I'm faded playing Centipede
...I'm also pretty harsh on myself
So it's often I'm contemplating martyring myself, got the
Devil on my shoulder tryna market to myself
I do the same shit again like I'm pardoning myself
...I don't place beats I make albums
I make reservations eating sushi wit the scallions
...Bumping C-Murder "Bossalinie"
Oval Office got raped by a Mango Mussolini
Now it's Commandant Lassard vs. Commandant Mauser
My CONversation make her comfortable without her trousers
My Tennessee accent, my Brooklyn vernacular
Crook by the book to these industry Draculas

(REPEAT CHORUS)

If you wanna play in Texas, you gotta have a fiddle in the band
If you want Jake Palumbo to rap on your song
Then you gotta have a couple-a-grand....