Lyrics
V1
i need to ponder on the dollar for a minute got this,
partner in it, proper, name is talent, my coauthor,
that makes me wasted but embrace it like its sacred
n pass around collection baskets make ur big donations,
u rich kids, come get this, or drink piss, u think its,
funny u sit wit ur money n sh** , i got chips n they crummy
u b*** im no dummy im bright even if it aint sunny
im tight like a mummys wraps n no raps are above me,
(so i)
got this hot sh** hoppin now im rockin so lovely,
spawnin shockin product bombardin em pretty roughly,
causin awful harm i think its charming like a delicacy,
evolvin outa watchin n i swapped em so delicately,
generally, speakin, i bend on the beat till it weakens,
exceptionally i am speedin, n genuinely exceeding,
expectation, expiration only when in exhalation,
sex drugs n rock baby, next stations innovation,
cant be imitation cuz u deaf sober masturbatin,
V2
the rapture im after is classic disaster on rappers n bastards im passin em havoc
dancin for rain, live in the pain, im goin insane n they say that ive had it
but the madness, isnt tragic, aint no sadness, is it magic,
its the last hit, that i take before bakin another intake of the bad sh** ,
when most of em hit up a mattress, im flowin n blowin tonado winds,
u in the way u get left wit tomato chin, get in the way again,
dislocated jaw like u kicked by an elephant, typical owl i pow n ur headll spin,
wanna be front of the back and the middlemen,
wanna be better, by every letter,
pepper me wit cheddar n ill write another lecture,
right another time, tried another fine architecture,
im no rapper ima fine rhyme art director,
i can feel the pleasure at my leisure,
if nobody notices, they better check they voltages,
cuz it aint me, im aiming, for the best spot,
if u debate me be updatin your brain thing (ur crazy)
V3
if u dont understand or comprehend it dont matter man,
i aint gettin cold as the winter wonderland weather man,
im jus tryin, boy am i jus dyin to be better than,
everybody anybody wanna feel godly,
individual syllable rhymes, crimes, not even worth my time,
mythical clim-ax, not in my prime yet,
pinnacle im at, is just minimal eyes set,
high yep, original shine, bet, that, im set in my flesh n
my brains colossal, like euro brothels, i wrote a screenplay n a novel,
now i spray my nozzle on the beat without a throttle,
cuz i got a lot of problems n im tryna be docile,
but i got a see the problems, treat em im impartial,
so artful, the way we kill ourselves, n it gets carnal
when this confidence is off the shelf, its followed by a gargle,
hard as marble, retard my carpal, debarred my recharge still evolved as arnold,
