I’m only 33 but my mind is older

I been around the globe with a crew of grown-ups

My team guillotine, what the fuck could you show us
I feel bad for whoever go after

We show up like a bruise in the morning

Pass the bath salts, bring the airhorns in…

Nah, nah, that’s not funny

I was on the hard road, traveled by the hungry

Rap without a barcode, get the bloody money

You were in my classroom fucking up, dummy

Get em hella hype, Vanilla Ice, I bet they might

Crown you the new Couple of Years Ago

Strange Fame remain and lames still fear the flow

Put it down and pick it up like an addict

Who’s that scratching at scabs in the attic

Fuck your swag if you never got your ass kicked

We in the mix to fix that

What’s happening??!

I’m not saying that I feel good but I feel alright

(x3)

What’s the B stand for? Bad motherfucker

Banned from the Broadcast

Built for discomfort

As for the Bullshit I can’t hear none of it

Doctor told me it was Bad for my stomach ulcer

Fuck him if he can’t take a joke

Fulla Bad energy. I’mma tear throats

Your freestyle parlor trick pretty boy politics

Carpet-bagging style-biting blatantly dishonest shit

Gets no love in the city of Providence

Arms folded up and the heads nod stiffly

They are not feeling you

You are not killing me

Stole a good Eyedea but lack the Abilities

God forbid I bring the heavy artillery…

Problem kids will get buried in their misery

Bomb the bridge and teach a lesson to the industry

Not the shit you just the filler that’s in between

I might clip your wings, little parrot!

I might sing some things that bring sadness

Matter of fact I might be your parent

My caliber’s well established

Cause your A-side ain’t half my B-side

Deny FaceTime request you don’t see mine

Til I say so, need I re-mind

Your whole city is still my bee-hive

I’m not saying that I feel good but I feel alright

(x3)

Fashion fades, style is eternal

I’m back cause time’s a flat circle

So put the needle to the platter we serve you

And black out and spaz and smash furniture

You in the whip then snap the turn signal

Drive up on the curb and park in a store window

I’m kidding though, don’t piss your life away

Turn up the gas, put the metal in the microwave!

Irradiate and let’s make it to a brighter day

Because the bucket brigade is not coming

So let it burn cause you can’t save nothing!
I’mma name names and pray they say something

I’mma use breaks in the beats

Snitch ass websites hating on a Thief!
but it’s OK cause I ain’t even got my name on the deed

Tell wifey if she leave she can take the keys

I told the label if it come, they can blame it on me

Attach my debt but that’s a bad investment

I sank all my winnings into building the next shit

How I keep moving on the path I step in

See its a privilege and a duty to wreck shit

Lethal rhetoric for my people’s benefit

To be pre-eminent I’m a seasoned veteran

May feel degenerate but I keep a regiment for the increased

Betterment of my Speech Development

I’m not saying that I feel good but I feel alright

(x3)

When everywhere is war, what do you prepare for?

Stockpile ammunition for police standoff

Or learn to breathe underwater with your organs on the outside

Fitted up. Jittery from the downtime

I don’t wanna do it all on my own

And I don’t wanna die looking at my phone

I’m on 6 kinda pills for 5 different ills

And I got a rifle but I ain’t got drones

What I’m trained to do is use microphones

What they say to do is hide away at home

Who I wanted to be was an american poet

Get props in the cypher and record the moment

Then my whole city got buried and broken

So I sat right down in the rubble & wrote this:

“The field is dry. The wind is high. 
Fix your lips and lets sparks fly.”
I’m not saying that I feel good, but it’s fine

Got a beaten up copy of Catcher In The Rye

I keep it nearby if you ever doubt that

And if the world burns

I’ll provide the soundtrack

Throw me to the wolves, and I’ll come back

Leader of the pack

[Verse 1:]

I’m only 33 but my mind is older

I been around the globe with a crew of grown-ups

My team guillotine, what the fuck could you show us
I feel bad for whoever go after

We show up like a bruise in the morning

Pass the bath salts, bring the airhorns in…

Nah, nah, that’s not funny

I was on the hard road, traveled by the hungry

Rap without a barcode, get the bloody money

You were in my classroom fucking up, dummy

Get em hella hype, Vanilla Ice, I bet they might

Crown you the new Couple of Years Ago

Strange Fame remain and lames still fear the flow

Put it down and pick it up like an addict

Who’s that scratching at scabs in the attic

Fuck your swag if you never got your ass kicked

We in the mix to fix that

What’s happening??!

[Chorus:]

I’m not saying i feel good but i feel alright [x2]

I’m not saying i feel good but i feel al

Saying i feel good but i feel al

Saying i feel good but i feel alright

[Verse 2:]

What the B stand for bad mother fucka

From the broadcast build for discomfort

Ask for the bllshit i can't have none of it

Doctor told me it was bad for my stomach

Also Fuck him if he can't take a joke

Full of bad energy i’m a defrost you

Freestyle poetry pretty boy politics

Call me back in style fighting niggers trying to shit

Get no love in the city of politics

Hold it up and the heads not safely

And they not feeling you not killing me

Stole the good i did but lacked the ability

God forbid to bring a heavy Artillery

Robbing kids and getting buried in the mystery

Bomb the bridge and teaching messages to the industry

Not this shit you just a filler in this industry

We might clip your wings little parrot

My things are things that brings savage

A matter of fact i might be your parent

My caliber is well established cause

A side ain’t got my B side

And i facetime request you ain’t see mine

Till i say so need i remind

Your whole city is still my bitch

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]

Fast to fame style is eternal

I’m bad because time’s a flat circle

So put the platter to the needle serve you

And black out the splat and smash furniture

You want to snip a snap and turn satan

Drive up around the curve and park at a store window

I’m getting up don't piss your life away

I ran out of gas put the metal in the microwave

Hey yeah let's make it to a brighter day

Cause the bucket brigade is not coming

So let it burn because you can't say nothing

Am going to say names and hope they say something

We don't use brakes on the beats

Snitch ass websites hating off thiefs

It's ok cause i ain't even have my name or the detail

I told my wife she can leave she can take the keys

The label if they come they can put it on me

Attached my debt but that's a bad investment

I sink all the women in the building with that shit

How do i keep moving in the path that i’m moving

Seeing that lady duty to that direction

Lethal relevant to my people’s benefit

Preeminent i’m a seasoned veteran

I feel de relevant but i keep for my betterment

On my speech development

[Chorus]

[Verse 4:]

When everywhere is war what are you prepared for

I learned to standoff and to breathe under water

With your organs on the outside jewellery downtown

I want to learn to do it all on my own and

One time looking at my phone

I got six kind of pill for different types of ill

And a right fill but i ain’t got drones

All i’m trained to do is use microphones

What they say to do is know your way home

All i wanted to be was an american poet

Get props on the site and record the moment

Then my whole city got buried and broken

So i sat down in the rubble and wrote this

The field is dry the wind is high

Fix your lips and start let sparks fly

I’m not Saying i feel good but it's fine

Gotta beat up lots of competition in the rise

I’ll be Near by if you ever doubt that

And if the world burns i will provide the soundtrack

Throw me to the walls and i’ll come back

We are the pack