Pretty bird getting done the day’s dirty work

I’m pretty sure they don’t pay you what you’re really worth

A polished turd wiping smirks off these nerdy jerks

Fuck what ya heard I’ve come a long way from those early percs

Check my reference I’m cleared with zero hesitance

And always pessimistic while I’m messing with these sentences

No stressing that’s the motherfucking way I write

Always skeptical thinking about a better way of life

When they come to your door in the middle of the night

Then you’ll know who you are when you choose fight or flight

Alright, that only happens in the movies

When they come for you, you won’t know it and that shit’s a bit spooky

Relax though, it’s all just a big joke

Running out of time writing all these thick notes

I gotta remind you the point of these lessons

Trying not to live like a stressed out peasant

Import the export and sort through the rest for

The chance that you’ll find one smarter than the rest

You’re blessed with being able to make a mess

Poorly motivated to sit and work behind a desk

Trying not to look super suspect

So fresh and clean like where’s the blood kept

Blunt force trauma on a shoestring budget

I’m wearing my karma like a clueless curmudgeon

So report to the nearest matrix

Then holler when you’ve hit homeostasis

They got us on a need to know basis

So hit the books down in the basement like how hard the bass hits

Its funny now I crave the repetition

Hold the button down till I reset the system

Broke another crown like the kingdoms gone missing

And the king snorting lines off the queens little sister

(Big Cheese)

Listen to my words I'ma change the beat

Got this rap mouth and running feet

If you wanna hear it then follow me

When I'm on the microphone I can't be beat

So take a seat but don't take leave because lately

The money ain't leaving hands safely

Double on down for your safety

Meeting with red eyes like plane seats. Insane feats

Seven wonders of the world call me eighth, please

Stare blankly. Trying to live this life being pain free

(Oh baby!)

Painted queues to find inside they hide

The rest to dine to live confide

Arrest and fine with chest short of breath sets of time arrived beside the mites in hides of flesh

They mix and mesh the sober bet drugs on the set

I've over stepped

Won't take a breath

I’m over it this equals death

(Mat Lee)

No prequels left living in a world with meters spent

Spinning on these wheels this Libra's left

Leaving these meals needing breath