Back and forthin rap performer tracking boards, macking horses
I lack a source, a kid stabbed me for my last endorphin
I keep you laughing at your past remorses
And got as many horses in my craft as fucking Kraft has oranges
Which kid is the marvelous horse
It’s a leg for a chit, kid, it’s an arm for a sword
It’s a legful of kicks picked it’s an armful of chords
And we’re legging to drip spit onto some harmful accords
These are jam sessions for whitebread
Hydra, already told you I got a fivehead
Steryo had sent me this beat, he thought I’d like it
So I’ll use it for community services on a mic, kid

No celebrity, fame an insatiable thirst
Now they can hear me if I say the hate the state of the world
And I know dick on how to change it, I’m just making it turn now
For you

I play to form, people rarely guessin what I play to form
Sorta playwright, so now my every act a play to form
You don’t really know my ass - like how Playdough forms
In caves chained, peep shadow puppets of the Plato forms
8 tapes ahead, shove my future through a bottleneck
And staring, ain’t it pretty, like accruing some accomplishment
Floorbound, a bottle breaking to pieces
So the king can breathe, go ultima ratio regum
Did you really like me, I’m smarter than to ask that
Harder to regard him as an artist in a backpack with
Doobie-chewing sentiments, pseudo-Buddhist rhetoric
Do me like I’m Em and you should probably do fluvoxamine

No celeb, fame an insatiable thirst
Now they hear me if I say the hate the state of the world
And I’m a dick and I’m impatient, I’m just making it worse now