Got a new name for my morning, the rubber band routine No more rain, no more pouring, I'm in the car Moving down the highway Well Shit, I'm supposed to stop for you? That's not what a good leader's supposed to do! If I'm not leading then I'm following you And that would leave me feeling quite untrue So with no one to lead, I'll follow myself Get it how I live, I don't ask for help I see you all aiming at the jewels below my belt Last of a dying breed and you coming for the pelt The prodigal Obi-Wan son, don returnin Haze in the windows cause 2 splifs are burnin Sign for a new 9 to 5, I'm still earning Curving Erick Sermon, rarely passing on sherman And I can't stop writing, rhymes are under my skin Soft cell, tainted love, but I'll be tucking you in No more torture was painted than the valley of sin And nothing surpasses what's being the man to your kin Not gettin rich off of rap, just tryna reach all my cats City bus last stop, dank smells in backpacks No tryna offer dollars over, come and smoke some with me If you a friend of mine expect you will be smoking for free But you know, I never realized how hazy it could be Til I let the window down and the smoke floated past me I ask myself, can I play my part? Did I enact my plans with proper feelings in my heart? Can I keep it together for the times that we're apart? If I'd let it go there, I would've been ghost from the start But can I ask for all your pardons? Rather play it straight with you all than speaking in jargon But I can do it Make that money with day labor That work moneys for for vacay Or spend it on my baybay, keep the weekend lookin cray cray.... My stuntin game's on mayday But when I stop my wheels don't keep spinning But the world does, it's y'all's job to fit in Legs are an engine, upside down v-twin Sayonara, cause I'm in the wind

Dreaming like a hipster, my cut asymmetric And I can't pay my bills so life is getting hectic More Awkward than a teenager's erection, Can't decide direction so I'm rechecking the metrics Broke before i had the smoke I bought it anyway Stumble on emoticons I’m trippin through the alleyway Yo, what the fuck is up? Or on my Odd Future shit, not giving no fucks You just looking for a cobra to clutch I’m a python Squeezing at the lemons till i get a new hype song On my way to the open mic Bout to get it open like a dentist Yeah, overbite Or is it overkill Saying anything i want, doing anything i will Show you And when we get to the paint i’m an artist Moving too fast to beg your pardon I been that Look into the mirror a criminal’s looking back there A wolf man’s cousin if you believe my back har Snapping back packs in ashtrays Actually clapping For my brothers and sisters on they Master’s game Yeah clap, no metaphorical gat But I been chillin with my cousins at the trap,yeah We go back Trying to stay away from the cigarettes And my mind is going crazy, yeah, spinarettes If you listen to me talking you could think i had tourette’s I’ma spit this one right up off the top, yeah, no regrets Race is getting started, place your bets I’m forever young, cut the check The roughest neck Business tech, supercomputer Be behind the desk in no time, herbert hoover My girl is like a rock, yeah, try to move her Always hold me down when we at King Sooper An undercover smoker, wait to light the doober But i’ll be killing in the future like the cast of looper Super dooper, so fresh i need a proofer You groovy movers stuck in the past, bell bottoms And puka shells on em I always got a pack with me, helps me feel at home Keeps a muzzle on the voices,back of my dome I would like to have some wherever I roam Fucking whack, this continued prohibition’s overblown I injected 3 pots today, and i ain’t die yet It’s incredible the edibles i ain’t even buy yet Cop a daihatsu hijet maybe a dune buggy It all looks better when i make the choom bubbly You smilin, got a notion of control, it’s kinda ugly Keepin people from natural medicine, they already strugglin I been maintaining, y’all be steady buggin Wondering how i’m handling the weather Man i’m Teddy Ruxpin Got the yellow parka, rain jacket with the missing button Over here with my lamb chop,you munching mutton Stuck in the dark ages, it’s a wonder you can function Light my spliff with the candle while I walk into the dungeon This searching bit is humbling, wonder whether it’s my stomach rumbling Can a brother get an Italian beef with fries or something?

If science fiction’s taught me anything, it’s that a emp ruins everything Run, Forrest, run, you’ll never live to see the second coming heavy-weight on the bars Keepin jars fulla stank Living large, outta state And like my man said, and ya don't stop On the ones and twos Slomo’s the sure shot Taking everything off the top when I rock And roll out the door headin to show spots Take in all the atmosphere like an airlock The leather jacket’s real, the boots mock Been anywhere you've been, and everywhere you not And everywhere I go I turn out to be a misfit Like surprise, y’all, Santa delivered me for Christmas But I ain't what you asked for, not one you'd go to bat for My impatience is past gone, donating change to a cash fund Who’s who today? Begin, start the kumite Rollin up some vegetable, flammable yessir, never stressing; burning my hecklers, no distraction for the Messer. Limited my expression, sidestepping all the blessings Spittin on the gates when I sublimate to heaven I escaped from Egypt, so my bread is unleavened Rhetoric for seconds, if you tryna guess on my methods It's so deep Deeper than I think I could see I reach for the replay and all I hear is fleece Miss me with that shit like you shooting some geese Everybody walking round like they the one to beat (beat, beat) What’s all this, acting hard? Heads Wired to the jackal’s heart Quit playing with me, emotion’s not for free This dick will not do what you want without a fee The fact I'm actually doing this should not be a bit implausible Standing in the back of the line but my voice should still be audible Omaha 18 Omaha Omaha, 18, omaha Show the flaw, fake screen Pockets feeling empty But I'm racing through the open green, do you feel me? Bag of sunshine keepin my eyes dry I don’t know what it is, but whatever’s in this mai tai’s Sending me right back beyond the pale Searching for legend of beyond and sour ale Now this is a story all about how My life got flipped turned upside down I don't understand gravity, I guess I’ll go with it Took a bite of the Apple, and I found a worm in it What’s all this, acting hard? Heads Wired to the jackal’s heart Quit playing with me, emotion’s not for free This dick will not do what you want without a fee

I could be liaison for the new modern savior As we stand up for communion, pass a joint with the wafer Do me a favor, I'm a bather in that Midwestern flavor Don't come too close, cause I came nude under the waders Bouncing like a moon walk Move mountains when my face talks Not a fan of small talk, bringing it back to all stock Sick with the threads, got the fashion on smallpox Copping precious cargo, gonna guard it like the argonauts I browse police blotters, it takes a little more to move me Holding up the skull, to be or not to be groovy No boom sticks, I hits no licks for ever Your crew gon switch when the moon just hits Reflections in the whites of my eyes This hypebeast bit the hind of my thigh No coattails, they missed When they was biting my style So Jewish all my haters screaming sieg heil I love them all too, traded shoes and put miles between us Left em in the dust, they ain't walking no more, like diabeetus Path of the righteous is beset by those who do evil things I could body em like Vincent but I like the way that Jules thinks Cool, boo, let's keep this clean I'm on my beast You was just gon leave it to Beave Taking a break, siestita para ti, take a peek This ain't a moment for relief Getcha hands clean but no, you can't handle the beef Catch me out in the streets I see you think I'm acting Ruin careers with small mistakes, running up and asking Which side I choose to fly the flag on (High) No side to stand on So I'm floating in the sky (bye) Waving hello to all the people It's nice to meet the world And all the pretty girls That one got the hair curled up Planet express crew, dynamite the herd up Hey buddy, turn the volume of your words up Rappers sounding like something the cat done hurled up Tossing cookies like a monster, down your throat Like a Thompson automatic in the hands of the Godfather I can hear your thoughts Dancing on your temporal lobe, new lines to cross into places I shouldn't go And I'm the boss like Grammer to Donovan Swinging hammers at writers that be professing to dying wishes But I wont be pulling triggers My platter’s full of stitching Patching denim to true religion I'm chasing after all the banks cause the money smells dank Might need to freshen my snack stash Don't ever pass glass it could break any second All this cheer out here in the mountain air Bring a flashlight cause you might get scared If the suds are cold, I'm Mackenzie with the drunk flow Chasing the chips, finger flipping for the dice roll Flying like a crow, but the raven’s circling Gunplay blowing skirts up, cross country Ain't talking bout the man, my archives are dusty Wearing all baggage from the years i was husky Sinewave explosions, don't notice Holding my soul in the cup, now I'm frozen Bloody knife got lost, I can't place a motive Alibi cool, 1970s posters Can't keep the monkey off my sunburned back Prevailing bail, make a stack, then I'm spending the rack On provisions for a trip to a faraway land Where they speak in languages I don't understand But Ima learn em Pick a bottle out from underneath the ice While I foster feelings of deleting my vice But the marijuana buzzing make my head feel nice! Vibrating so low you can hear it thru the pipes Scaffolding, structure, bang, I bust it down Inject a virus made of me to all the members of the crowd Decimation of the message is too widespread If I wanted to die, I’d already be dead But Instead, I’ll plant a seed Wait for the fruit I'm gonna taste Skillet up so good, you'll kiss the side of my face Ain't even on a level yet, this is world 1 Won't be eating no peaches, 5 rotations round the sun Beeper chirping, fam is not having no fun Any chance I get I'm going far as my legs can run

So lemme tell you all about the night that I Got myself arrested and just by the by It was the worst weekend of my entire life Lost my father's sister and I spent the night Empty fucking pockets and a nervous mind Locked up inside the jailhouse on a work night Haven't really thought about it, no I lie Aint in my record but it's always on my mind So the scene inside my head is me I'm driving in my mom's ride Heading to my cousins’ cause their mom just died Cancer from smoking cigarettes my poor auntie Couldn't put em down steady upping the ante My grandad on my mom’s side had it too A story for another time but now, anywho I'm driving to my cousins' with a pack in my pocket The upper left breast and the stash it was rocking Had a left coming but my car was in the right lane Didn't see the car behind me was a black and white (Damn) Pulled to the right thought I was doing the right thing 5 other Tahoe's rollin like it was a drug sting Pulled me over for changing lanes in the intersection Now the car is impounded and I'm off to corrections Heading to the station and I'm tense as fuck It's good cop silent cop wish I was in the trunk The young guy keeps talking like im gonna drop a dime But nah I'm fine, can you adjust these cuffs one time? Ffilling out the paperwork I'm trying to relax Another officer comes in and starts rapping at the cat And now I'm pissed, cause I learned in actual fact I paid 25% high on an eighth for the loud pack Move me to another room and now I'm really sweating The man that's next to me is a recidivist legend A Johnny in and out, yeah he knew the whole game Started getting loud when a new surprise came: We ain't getting booked there, we on the move The vehicle was built like we could be hunted by goons in sweatsuits Armored boxes up inside the white Econoline 2 500 model with the modified throttle Fingerprints took, my photograph too Arm marked with numbers, then I’m sent into the zoo Sunday night, Crime is low Got a cell by my lonesome Suppose I should appreciate I got me a mattress Instead I wonder how a man is supposed to get past this 2:30 in the morning, now they waking me up. Time to go home, but first I gotta get my stuff Cell phone, wallet, and my keys held up Back at the place they booked me, how’m I supposed to go get them? Lucky pops was up, cops gave me 50 cents Glad I pay my taxes for this heavy level of stress One month later and I'm in the courthouse A suit with no jacket and a tie that I copped Thank goodness for my attire Suppose if I had shown up in my work clothes, shit, man, I might as well retire Heard my name called, walkin up to the bench Let my eyes drift over off to my left It's good old silent cop and he's staring some daggers I'm shaking like a leaf, man, I hope that doesn't matter Some deliberation judge is looking at me Asking me if I wanna go pd Absolutely I do, can't afford no case Walking out the courtroom and I stop in my place Because they callin me back I look at silent cop's face He dropping the motion, so I guess it's stale, mate I wonder bout his impetus to this very day Guess he got cold feet when he knew I couldnt pay Walking out the big house, no ticket in my Hand because conviction wasn't happening why Live to smoke another day, everybody I ain't special, I'm just everyday, no illuminati A message to everybody out there who might get pinched If you know you law-breaking use some common sense Don't let a situation make you into a snitch Keep it real zipped up and never speak on your plug, kids