[Verse: Slacks]

I make music for the open-hearted

The non-soul-departed

He or she who won’t run from problems

Hide emotions through pride devotion

Our time in motion, let it sink in slowly

Slaves and owners we keep on hoping we’ll become

Things grow quick in a new millennium

Shit we don’t get like dimethyltryptamine

Stick it to the man, new drug compendium

A thug in requiem, mourning for a dream

Dia de los muertos if you dare to mess with me

My partner died, opted out so she dead to me

My partner died, he was all about the recipe

So now they dead to me

And I’m oh-so weary

Morticia Addams, ya’ll love to fear me

Jessica Rabbit, I’m a cartoon really

Chest is elaborate, I’m rappin’ clearly

Costello and Abbott, I’m looking forward to the roaring 20’s

Twenty years of depression and warring steady

God, this levee’s getting heavy

With a Chevy drop top and smoking headie

If ya’ll don’t know me then I hope ya’ll ready

I’m a femme fatale all cloaked in manhood

Y’all never really can tell how this man cook

Ladies hate me but I love ya, baby

Babies say things I can understand

Adults hate me because their children play me

But it’s just kids playing, I don’t understand

One may Alice in their wonderland

One day they’ll have to live and wander the land

So let them wander their land

Their intellectual property line

Don’t be aligned, looking for a co-sign

We need to revolt like we need to recharge

Like it’s going on the card, like we going for broke

Like we know the results come with a side of revolt

Like Breakfast Club mics, or the side of a Colt

And if you say you’re high as our hopes, your ass gonna be riding the lows

My spirit experience is a horizon verbose

These lyrics the adherence of my life in the throes

Reviving my ghost

So keep your mind clear and your hearing real close