[Chorus: Busdriver]

It's so often said, "How do the walking dead come off the head?"

It's so often said, "How do the walking dead come off the head

[Verse 1: Busdriver]

It took many days and many nights, heavy praise from plenty mics

From any age [?] to Chillin Villain Empire

So many fools have the tendency to bite

The residency [?] with an infrared scope

And then the Gingerbread gets soaked with side-eyed

[?] homeboys

In the midst of afterlife, I'll be at the reception desk

Sketching on flesh my perceptions of death

[Chorus]

It's so often said, "How do the walking dead come off the head?"

It's so often said, "How do the walking dead come off the head?"

Is it the time we spent at Project Blowed and Good Life?

Is it time we spent freestylin' when you would write?

Is it the time we spent researchin' the art?

Is it the countless hours that we were in Leimert Park?

[Verse 2: Busdriver]

Is it because our [?]

Because you never rooted for the [?]

[?] company recouped big bucks

Or producers [?] stock

I'll die under a pile electric bills in this competitive field

In my dyin' hand an edited reel

Of my failed attempt at a pop crossover was dropped in October

But became successful due to my [?]

Yes, I'm a Tupac shock absorber

It is because we seek atonement, feed the homeless

Keep microphones ripped [?]

And know the difference between [?]

I'm supposed to give computer geeks food to eat

[?]

[?] and the latest emcees

[Chorus: Busdriver]

It's so often said, "How do the walking dead come off the head?"

It's so often said, "How do the walking dead come off the head?"

Is it the time we spent at open mics donating blood?

Is it the time we spent blowin' up [?]

[Verse 3: 2Mex]

Los Angeles anti-American Anakin

Arrogant as a mannequin and the ammo or in a mammal's enamel

With the stamina to snapshot like a camera of Mexican descent

That 's holding [?]

Flows and flows [?] panorama bandana

Alien antenna under [?] the next Mandela [?]

Mexican [?]

Fake as fuck, untangled as the music is stuck

[?]

An accurate as an aqueduct

[Chorus Busdriver]

Is it the time we spent at Project Blowed and Good Life?

[Verse 4: Busdriver]

Huh, is it because I put all of the fascist dictators

And treat your crew like a class of sixth graders

[?] harassed by an instigator [?] of Project Blowed

Rip off your good report card

Home with a magnet on a refrigerator

[?] stupid windbreaker

Or is it because I'm an Afterlifer?

Fighting for the breakers, DJs, and graffiti writers and serve wack writers

Or is it because I'm a tar babe never meant to taste the Marmalade

But to star gaze from a bar cage and live life the hard way

Is it because I write existential thought with a pencil [?]

And a mental [?] dental floss

Or is it because I walk the dirt roads [?]

And sold my church clothes for a [?]