[Verse 1]

Safety first

She know Deb, she been alert

Been with the jerks who just wanna flirt to skirt with verb to blurt with

From streets to purses

Fleets of persons flock to the weak and curse ‘ems

Even though they should have bopped when I say when

No, I cannot trust nor save them

Know this generation’s not playing

These Edgar Allen hoe type of ravens

Gave them inspiration and mayhem

Fish filet type regimen

Radiation day parade placed them on a pillow case

Weeping willow base of spadеs

Sift ventriloquist with razor blades

I’ll be thе one with scarred wings, plucking on your heartstrings

Yo, yo let that part sting

‘cause I beez into boom bap like honey drippers and Wu dabs

Like MF Doom and Scooby Doo raps

I’m oozing true facts

Follow the muse and the loot, man, wearing the new black

The church is in the woman, but, but I thought you knew that

[Chorus]

Either [?] trash or watch the world disintegrate

No traction chemicals reacting just to liberate

Make an infinite impact on math like the figure eight

But when I see you rapping, I can’t help but eliminate

A chosen passion so let’s just commiserate

On a task with more compassion than some cookies baked

I’m readily staked in the roots like a quest for love slaves

Best to shoot for the moon when the drum breaks

[Verse 2]

Uh, cool and relaxing, studios maxed in

Stages be packed and Glad rocking the phat strings

Never a bad ting, levels of fasting

Mixed with smooth beats

I just wanna write until my hand goes kablooey, comfortably numb

I just overcome any barriers that flow to me

Like a suspenseful movie, I’m always moody

Carry my seeds, truly writing my heart chakra

Always rocking an art [?] with two hands in the air

Got one fist balled up, the other one with a peace shape

Don’t make another D-list remake

I’ll make your homegirl beat this tape while she making that ‘eat me’ face

You’ll see me baked

This heat is dumb late

A priest is thug’s hate

Got your mind open like some dead prez dub plates

But just wait for the skits to remote view operate with some opera class, Oppenheimer ass Nagasaki fates

[Chorus]

Either [?] trash or watch the world disintegrate

No traction chemicals reacting just to liberate

Make an infinite impact on math like the figure eight

But when I see you rapping, I can’t help but eliminate

A chosen passion so let’s just commiserate

On a task with more compassion than some cookies baked

I’m readily staked in the roots like a quest for love slaves

Best to shoot for the moon when the drum breaks