[Intro]

(You're now rockin' with the best)

Yep, when I was a kid, my mom said I was like

80 percent deaf, which really explains a lot

(Bow down)

Yep, ha, hey this goes louder right? Now louder, louder

(Turn my music high!)

Ha, Strange Music, ha

(Turn my music)

[Verse 1]

Higher than a helium balloon filling up full of holy smokes

Who be fucking with the Morse code mayhem?

Bet I batter anybody challenging the post

I'm assigned to the snake and bat

So you can throw away your basic facts

About them suckers and them ancient raps

With a baseball bat I (Turn my music)

High high lemme be your savior

Play the tunes loud, wouldn't wanna be my neighbor

Gimme the time to rhyme and I violate her

Blowing her mind I'm like a live vibrator

Back many many years ago

Rock-a-fella fronted me out of a single due

Just blaze made this track so I figure I would rap

On his shit it's the least he can do

If you looking for nemesis I'm the better

The genesis I been thinking of sending this

But I need you to bleed on your knees and I leave

A disease no dreams or schemes you can reminisce

In the city where the pity's indivisible

And the looking I been bookings all cynical

I been rocking so long in the interval

I'm here praying for a bit of the residual

Shouts to the stone, hit me with a himmi I'll be hyme 'til I’m gone

Strange on the linen Morse code on the bone

See a bunch of drones and I'm getting me a clone

How the fuck you think you gettin' by high

As kite when I'm out here raining bricks

Yeah you wanna be famous

You ain't even recognized by the strangers bitch!

[Hook] (2X)

Turn my music high, high, high

High High, high, high, high

[Verse 2]:

(Bitches)

They keep on running with the other

Mother fuckers over this dope fella

7 years and we got mad cheers

And we still ain't never been invited to Coachella

But that's fine still on the grind

Record tour time, Show 89

Woosta (Worcester) been live Denver's alive

Little rocks fly damn I'm high

We in Tucson tattooed beauty with the boots on

Bap-boom ringing what are you on?

I bet ya get ya flows from the groupon

I used to battle for the dough

But they made the rules change

From the free to no beat with the pen

Well if I'm gonna write shit then I'm gonna write this

I don't really need to diss you to win

Give it away, give it away, give it away now

Free styles like I never had to pay rounds

Speak miles and I running round the playground

We foul and you loving every minute of it

Got 'em all going snake and bat shit

My fundamentals l-m-n-o take the hat trick

You in a rental going mental bacon back bits

I'm here in the kennel on some face the fact shit

[Hook] (2X)