Wake Up!

Verse
Samplin’ the vinyl, tampering in my spinals
Keep my head up and my eyes low
This cycle has got me feeling just like a psycho
Thinking that I might go grab a rifle to show my brains out lying down on the tile
Whether mix up or a typo, I gotta give it up and
Ride slow, instant switch from high to low
Now I got this denial, now I'm revved up for revival
Fight, keep my head up never let it pile
Spinning wild, in this wasteland
Might taste bland, but I mix it up with the vile
And I keep calm, cuz they watching
Stay strong, and self-conscious
Or retain arms, and aim it right at congress
Cuz what were living in and giving us progress
Raised as the son of a preacher, but I was lethal
Focused on ether, and neither Satan or god either
Could put me in place, focused on world leaders so I raced
Underneath the crowds and the bleachers, amidst the clouds of the reefer
Being held down by this fever, I'm a sick fuck gotta grip up
Till I'm in the main feature
Lost in the cheeba and Indonesia
Mixing rum in 2 liter, blowing up els
Clouding up hell in this 2 seater, yeah you see us…