Mm, mm, mm, yeah

Well spat holy for

Hell's wrath studied like LSAT when called to war

Knives in the back to amass a few dollars more

The sky cracked and shook old scratch to his hollow core

Full-throttle, catching lightning bolts in bottles

Like there's no tomorrow on the winding road we follow

For years I rocked steady here while barely breaking even

Then started moving product by the crate when they were sleeping

Malnourished pockets, plus-sized dreams

Cup half-full, regardless what life brings

Brave new day, new tape to debut

Been waiting on the muse at HQ to make a breakthrough

It takes two, it takes a lot of toiling at the grindstone

Reminded of the apple bit when I reboot the iPhone

There he goes down a rabbit hole, set to crack the code

Last to know how the casserole is made, or data's sold

I know I saw smoke rising from the Grassy Knoll

I know there's eyes everywhere, like an Aspen grove

That's hyper-rational, of course, get it through your gourd

Troubadours don't stockpile weapons for future wars

But for the sake of argument and Pete's Pistol

Or Gabriel's Ratchet, I keep clean as a whistle

A swarm of silver-tipped heat-seekers like

Migrating Geese fly through the air and tear through your meat and gristle

A few choice words for troublesome kids

Smug, self-satisfied herbs with nothing to give

Fact is, I'm not above shooting scuds at your wig

When getting hatred in return for the love that I give

I saw Three lames, trying to fit a key in the lock

One releasing wild trash, while critiquing what's not

One a federal op, with an SP as a prop

The last a handsome boy, graduate and cream of the crop

The aim's to be kind, sweet as bird singing in the Springtime

'Til your overstep or cross a certain boundary line

Short of that, it's all pounds and peace signs

Peep the big brain on Brad misusing words in the meantime

To all the rest, God bless, I'm glad you came out

My ship came in, I still harbor all the same doubts

It's more a lifeboat than freighter, but I stay afloat

And treat the lines I put to paper like a sacred oath

Set reminders, new tools, nothing less than promised

Applying pressure, turning coal into precious diamonds

Next-level phonics, the dust never settles on us

Pedal to the metal, tell those devils to get behind us

Desperate times call for measured responses

Decepticons call for scanning retinas and palm prints

Sound minds assessing our collective unconscious

Say to focus on what's precious - all the rest of it's nonsense