[Verse 1: Departure]
Uh, uh
Fuck it
My writing is didactic and personality Bolshevist
Don't need an IQ test, it'll tell me that it's full of shit
A mouth full of grills is a daily breakfast bull of shivs
Hook, line and sinker cross a hammer, wham bam
Socialism ensures your kids of different heights and Myers-Briggs
Get an education with the same amount of money
Is what a dumbass from Oklahoma wants you to think
It's not funny, don't laugh, it's not funny, don't laugh
Statement stated, y'all care about the wrong shit too much
I exclaim it, y'all care about the wrong shit too much
She said, "you're a genius and I wanna fuck you, baby"
I sunk into my bed thinking about that
I love your luscious locks and your highlighted smile drives me crazy
Maybe I'll see a future with you, let me think about it
I do a lot of thinking
Cystic got arrested for his art, that's what I'm talking about
Fakes couldn't swallow that shit down with they mouths
But they yelling over the glow of them pearly gates
Thinking it's sure to shake the conventional norms provided by fascism
Defined as corporatism + the state
So a statement is meant to say something unconventional and neurotic
85% of y'all motherfuckers is fakes
Motherfuckers in space, we Soviets twisting these monkey barz
Word to Sean Price, I don ice, glowing crystal shards
Pink, yellow, blue like it's crystal meth
I got a whole nine yards of words down in a single breath
I done stumped myself so many times, I got no hesitancy left
An idiot screams from his Bed-Stuy apartment
"I would like a farm, a lot of firearms and to be left alone"
What a spiritual Iowan resident, shit
Y'all rappers depressing like NIxon's resignation lunch
I double clutch with both fists and footwork double clutch
Uh uh uh
Y'all can't even strut like me
Nonexistent in the 90s but I'm Goodlife team
I was out in Llano Section 8 hood strifing
I'm playing 9 ball with the elders, shit it's good by me
I'm playing tic tac toe on 6th Street photographs of tweakers dancing around in flower crowns
Me and Jordan was like "shit man, it's our town"
He spent early hours 'round the Comedy Mothership with no consumption to fuck a bitch
Got the gumption to fuck with us, bitch who is you coming with?
lyrical exercise #2 was produced by MNDSGN.