Luck in my cup yo it’s time to turn it up

Making my own beats so the shit had better bump

You couldn’t sniff a better bump if you were sitting in the trunk

Looking all delirious like where’d you get this from

If i ever told you, well then I’d have to kill you

And I’m not really in the business of killing chumps

I try to make a beat a day filling in the gaps

Getting trapped in my brain synchronicity collapse

Feeling like the deal is never better than the last one

And everybody wanna hit the pipe but never passed one

I always bring a bowl or two to lighten up the mansion

Two of my favorites never going out of fashion

Good weed and passion I get to smashing

Got plenty of both so I release the kraken

Come meet the bastard inside the basket

Fitted to the frame when we defeat your masters

It’s been a couple hundred years we just trying to evolve

Into something better than all the puzzles that we solve

So let’s mix up all these genes and cook em in a cauldron

Jumping out the soup feeling so fucking awesome

This squadron is polished, very few imposters

Flying with caution out the window so I foster

A deep seeded love of reading books

Just trying to be smarter than the crooks

Feeling like I’m fishing for another big investment

Reeling in the bait gonna feed it to the next of kin

Always bring enough so you can share it with your peers

We’ve never had a rulebook so crystal clear

Got the sticky tape so let’s get to masking

Marking off the spot where we need to start rationing

Come meet the bastard inside the basket

Fitted to the frame when we defeat your masters