[Verse 1]

I got four minds in my brain right now

Just to think what, why, when, who and how

And sometimes these nouns get chewed in vows

I make to only break 'em, for God's sake take 'em

They're kinda useless, like old guys on that new shit

I'm through kid, this rap shit's getting booted

Name the last talented vandalist, looted the damages

Be outweighing candid kicks he gets

When he spits what he wants to, fire by the Bunsen

But then he throws the guns in to get the guns running

Then the car, so he can speed faster than their running

And he's still doing what he's wanting, right?

Nah, I live too many lives

Living ska, punk rock, copping top ramen nights

With a dollar in my pocket and nothing to my name

And in debt to my father when my past got lame

Doesn't matter 'bout the flames

That be coming out the mouth with the toothpaste

Cause real rap's fallen off like a toupe

Ever since a heat seeker took Jam Master Jay

Ok, there, look, I said it no credit

You're embedded with the notion that commotion's been settling

Down, look all around you, how are you confounded

I found that the noise was never loud?

[Hook]

Played out, played out, played out, played out

(Repeat x2)

[Verse 2]

Yuck, look at yourself you fucking mess

And in a couple months they're calling you a fucking pest

Ducking messages, owing several bucks to your nemesis

In this lifestyle no telling who the winner is

Not that thinner kid, he died in 96 when I was six

When monkey bars held me by my wrist

Eating Kix, the golden age of rap, boom brrap

Making scrap of the spitters that were slapping on the tracks

Staying paid, living dangerous ways

Back when shit never leaked you had to wait for the date

Copping CDs, Run DMC to the Bee-Gees

The end of an era giving emcees the night terrors

A rapper's work is his body and mind

Now these kids size it up like it's nothing but a paper cut

But it's nothing, man, I never had to pay for stuff

I'll just take the bus, eat scraps and don paper cuffs

[Hook]