[Verse 1]

Everyone wants to be alone on that microphone

Grab the cape, be the hero as they take her home

Cuz what starts as a calm conversation in the evening

Turns into drool, verbal abuse, and heavy breathing

Not a single second wasted

I'm a clockmaker in a DeLorean in the wrong time zone

Damnit!

Thought I had the correct calibrations

I stand before the tombstone of Hip-Hop in this generation

No vocal lessons for these rappers, they have auto-tune

You blowing up, but nobody's cranking the volume

Ironic how in the world that's so expensive

We went from Free Tibet to Freemason

Now, wake up!

Two scoops of sunshine and raisin

Cuz once you speak, they'll shut down your opinion

Worse, they'll shit on it with an empty bowel

Fuck that, Imma kill U when I buy that vowel

2 gigabyte drive, I see you reached your limit

Money on my mind, but I'm able to change the subject

But after 2016, can’t ignore the discrepancies

An orange xenophob with a small handful of bankruptcies

Mein Kampf minded

Billions in debt to China

Political correctness, grab them by the vagina (woo!)

Bullshit dietitian

Middle finger mannerism

How 'bout a tall glass of Vitamin D and optimism?

Hmm, enriching

Daily dosage of bitching

I grew up with a broken dial on my television

So, what is there for you to complain about?

Not enough cotton candy and trips on the merry-go-round

No more Band-Aids for all the boo-hoo's and boo-boo's

Shop at Home Depot for rope to tie your noose

No roof on your whip, but how about the ceiling?

Hang loose, bruhda with a Shaka greeting

Broke-ass student, still paying loans

Life is a gamble, no wonder we are throwing bones

Enter the scenario

Scorpio eye-candy from Tokyo

Who could bust nuts like pistachios or contribute fellatios

Pussy hitting streak looking like DiMaggio's

Fresh boutonniere, Mr. City of the Rose

Game changer, play Mahjong with dominos

If you don't already know

I'm an immigrant citizen

So fuck you if you need to see any documents

Resort to deportation at the graduation

Diplomas handed over, invalid certification

Verify identity by pulling out the race card

But too damn often I'm stopped by a police car

Early morning alarm clocks, I'm tired of the sirens

9 millimeter attachments, I'm tired of the silence

Easy come, easy go

Broken antennas, won't tolerate the radio

This ain't no charity case orphanage for whack lyrics

Popping laxatives, I still couldn't give two shits

Lemme sugar coat my dick and have you taste victory

Swish-swash that mouthwash to a sweet memory

Of me, envy

Whyte mountain