[Verse 1: Spitiful]

Talk to any of these rappers nowadays

And all you'll ever hear is dreams of getting paid

But I'm in it for the music and the team

Secondary effect is the realization of a dream

I've got the grind of the busiest trucker

Gotta get to the top and can't be stopped by a lover

Nor a dime or a penny, none of it's getting spent

If you're with me all you should hope is that I'm a gent

Probably shouldn't even give up the time for donation

Cause every second I have is composed of concentration

Don't got a minute if you hatin'

But if you happen to be giving admiration

Or adulation

Then I promise the result will be amazing

Give Spock a gun and he still won't be phazing

This awesome assault being forced upon your mind

By the time that it's done, it'll be a Full House of one kind

Which simply suggests a break in the rules

Stray away from the average and you'll

Hang... Loose... Seek... Truth...

It's simpler than you expected it...

Asking what the message is while staring at your necklace

If that's what you protecting its gonna leave you helpless

I never been a fan of the sequel, so I gotta stay original for the people

Who wave their hands in the air as the music overtakes their veins

Talking only about names

Means you never had recognition of the game

So when you say you spit fire

I'll stay around since eventually that lighter

Will run out of butane

Which means that I can spark up my name

And get the heat that I deserve

Wild, but civil enough to find itself Church

I find it a little odd when they say the truth hurts

Because when you believed lies you found a way to make it work

And I would never confuse Confucius with a jerk

Trying to give advice from sights that he's never seen

While I try to reach the Eiffel Tower off promethazine

Coming down to people who continually slave

Just to learn there's a difference between what you need and what you crave

And by the time that it's over, hopefully self-realization will have come a little closer

Seated on a throne of clouds hoping heaven's just a jump away

Laughing looking back on your every Saturday

When you spent all that time being immature

Now you're thinking of them days wishing that you had more