[Verse, gangsta Spoken Word with Caesura] How much plasma can I donate To pay off this student loan ? These crackers got me falling off the bone... Return to my primordial soup... I'm neuro-di-vergent... Not aloof Still selling shrooms Let you view Reality as a spoof Psychedelic prophet At hot pot with the posse Edamame look like grasshoppers You got woodgrain dubs I got tiger wood's plug a madman Underclass Like Badlands Munching on glass... Lunged out the trash can Tryna connect dots, Too many pac mans American pipe dream Black man descendant Of property How can I believe In the land of the free Give me a work visa Denounce debauchery Fuck Babylon and manufactured poverty Stay section 8 To afford Medicaid Make 40 thousand Everything is out of pocket No health insurance Better off at yo mamas Existential rot I'm in bondage Feed a cop White phosphorus Like a dollop Existential glocks Make you host Apology conference On the clock opportunist every option's an opp No, I stock On my options Pockets stocky Let the gas nozzle Drip drop on ya auntie Let her succ on the toenail Break the earth With four tails You wail Put up the hurt For wholesale THC puts me at ease til my heart pumps safety green I know who my enemy be Chop a CEO down to an NFT I'm too wavy It's a surf advisory In the emerald Le Sabre Like collard greens Melon-Collie The world is obsolete !!! (Obsolete) [Instrumental expands] [Instrumental Capricco] [Verse, Half Time, Cloud Rap] If you a genius, better to be a hermit than a leader, If you a genius, better to be a hermit than a leader, your senior advisor is a creep he bleep teenie teeters. And Pete keeps Nine millimeters by the bleachers, how you heal a people infatuated with bleeding? I'll take a seed and incubate it from demons. He'll only know to dream. He'll only know to succeed. Hand him a rifle told him to squeeze. NPCs never realize they're in PC. Fatal game If I get unplugged Leave ya face With data stains Fatal aim Break you up like a Lego range They fear information They fear the day we change Tryna track my whims Faraday attic You can't interact Get stabbed with the gat Catch strays from the axe Fuck GPS... I draw a map... Ink wet... I mark my path! [Instrumental expands] [Instrumental Capricco]
