Panic! Situation is frantic

I don’t got time for mantics

Defense mode: Mantis

Peep advantage

It ain't been this sad ‘round here

Since the last time liquor banished

I’m gonna pop a Xanax

Not that I ought to, just thought to

Won’t affect me much unless my stomach’s gone nauseous

A higher pertaining; I’m bathing in conscious

I’m calling you a zombie. That’s a dead man walking

I’m walking tall off alcohol

Baby go on led me into bathroom stall

Had my boots knocking dawg

Master of a cover-up as if she was a shawl

And I am just a shaman

Real life story Untouchable turned Brahmin

Real life story Untouchable turned Brahmin

And I am just a deity

Disraeli Gears and Physical Graffiti

And I’m still shifting gears whether or not you hear me

Hard truth make a nigga see clearly

There ain’t a motherfucker, motherfucker near me

Drink Pabst, smoke blunts, and start steering

Momma in the back saying, “What is that weird thing?”

That’s when I pressed recline

Our matter of fact has now turned separate lines

My horoscope’s a feline

Guess that’s why I never really got too much me time

Waking up in the morning, I call it weed time

Words you use, you could choose to define

And I choose me

Make a bitch cheese harder than properly baked ziti

And who am I?

I am just a shaman

Real life story Untouchable turned Brahmin

Catch me on Ocean or Collins

Fucking with a villain have you swimming with the dolphins

I ain’t no Christian. Dumb nigga, fuck a coffin!

Knowledge for half-off

A motherfucker came and got his ass blast off

I’m on Mission: Mars

I see the biggest picture. I’m watching from afar