The Long Road

[Intro]
I don't deserve this...
To die like this...
I’ll see you in hell... yeah

[Verse]
Yeah
Me and you gon' take a ride
Out to the countryside
All we got is a full tank
And some rusty knives
I'ma pull up at a disguise
Kind of close to those guys
That’s looking around
And we're just gonna slowly drive by
There's a duffel in the back
Whatever you do, don't lose that
And if you do lose it, don't come back
Is chaos to your liking?
Do you find revelations exciting?
Tell me that's not why your smiling?
Alexa, can you tell Siri to explain
To Billy the barn hoppers theory
While I adjust the mirror
So I can ask myself
"Do I still look like a nigga? Well do I?"
Hybrid probes, surveillance for survivalist nodes
In survival mode, battle rapping on the side of the road
May I pose to share, your wood burning stove in the cold
See I am old and cannot muster the strength from my bones
The island of Dr. Moreau
Is not a place you would like to go
But I can take you there after the show
Yo, the pain Alzheimers in my brain
Can't remember my name
I shit the bed, then ran out of depends
Yo, I'm a mess
Oh lord, please show me mercy
I traded my water Berkey for a slice of turkey
The rhymes, the patterns and interactions
Between these two passions
Have given me the freedom that I’m after
There’s only very little I can say to you now
100,000 bars or more could probably take me awhile
You will soon find death
On a dry river bed in Tibet
I keep that out back in my shed
Stay out of trouble, but live a little
Go piss off the side of your vessel
Then go back to fixing the whistle on your kettle
Something they don't teach
The algae will eat away at the bare feet
That walk on Pebblestone beach
The voice of my muse
Asked me when we could meet
I was confused when my muse
Leaned forward and kissed my cheek
My writers block was released
Pussy was so sweet
My pen stood up by itself
And started to write like a beast
Sorcery, every molecule in my body talks to me
On this long road, my muse walks with me
Aluminum thirtied pin, extraordinarily thin
Nicely snug, subcutaneously under the skin
I always lose, but I’d love to win
Maybe this time this is it
Nothing to do with that rhyme wizard shit
This is about my muse
I myself have nothing to prove
Hip hop is a tool that I use
I talked to Jay Z, I met with Lyor
I pretty much done it all
I couldn't agree more
The continuity of thuggin' shit
Straight up sucker shit
That ain't gon’ last long
In this New World government
Diplomacy is everything
Speak with integrity
Know who you in the room with
Be quiet for clarity
If you ever embarrass me
There can be no parody
I'll punch you in your appleseed
And run when you come after me
My muse is so classy
She take me down to the haberdashery
After morning tea time with the family
(Patois)
Notty dread
Ima beat you wit a had or a bread
An not a ed
Any pussy who a test me, dead