So what they need is a mountain of morning fees

Fountain the fornication

I’m drowning in what it means

How can they tell I’m taking the payment

I’m for the team

Profit it smells amazing

I’m baking what I could be

A&R’s are in charge of my sound

And what I complete

They applaud when the bargain

Is modern and what they need

I evolve and revolt

Against parliaments on to me

Mind revolves in a portal

That's bordering my degree...yup

I spend time ripping it while you please us

Ascend my scribbling as I ease ya

And implied is a river that seize up

Cause inside is giver of deez nuts

I been mind dribbling I could freeze up

And then might trip again, when they need us

Append my dividends to the visa

Commend my president for the ceaser

Why you giving in when they ask you?

Forgiving is the riddle for middlemen in the backroom

And little did the ritalin settle in when it grabs you

You better than a citizen cause you paid and he past due?

That’s rude, well the weather is always changing

Developing the elegance that we form when it’s raining

Enveloping the sediments, I can harm any angel

I’m zealous and the meddling might evolve and dismay you

Quaaludes, shut down and hypnotic

Cold flow sinks and bound to hit eyelids

Photos list a thousand kids wildin' in a

Volvo whip that sounds as if polished

Impoverished, the nation

Follicles soon to taint him

The sovereign enslavement

Followed him through the pavement

In awe of the agent

Frolicking through the statement

Accomplished adjacent

Promising due to payment

Ahh!...

So what that look like now?

Here’s some raps son, put that book back down

They want some action, I could push that sound

Forward, but the traction is the brush that browned

How? That the question they always asking me

This winter, we storming up a catastrophe

I’m dipping, as soon as the morning after heed

This message, inflected upon the chapter please

I said, embed it, I only ask of thee

My melanin relevant to deflect the peace

Nine skeletons hella bent on the axiom..these

Eyes evident, residents wouldn’t pass the street

So I’m sitting on crosswalks

I’m engaging the community worried ‘bout cloth talk

And degrading the immunity, hurry it’s our fault

And invading tomfoolery buried on our block

The debate is only soon to be hated on all fronts

An invasion only proves to me, waiting is more fun

And the season seems to fool the heat

Meeting a false sun

But the reason isn’t cool, police aiming at our gun