When I first landed the dam
and taking it for granted
But when I first landed I was
so relieved I lost my focus
Soon exceeded recommended
Now I hold the grip that holds the soul
that holds the poet skills
Exclusive it leaves illusions
I don't suppose you're taking
Breaking too much mind trying
That dismantled and left the lines
in need of some as sembly
So I can find the secret key
This planet spins on a bent axis
All access passes won't help
I mean, what did you think
My agenda was to freestyle, smile,
There's more to this than
If you're riding on this song you need
Some keep their wigs closed
Some get exposed as little man big pose
Some make moves and some stay
But everbody seems to want some loot,
Well make mine hunter green
Mr. Pibb and some french fries
Inch by inch I take it closer to the shoulder
But day by day it's getting
it's easier to be sedated
Why does my psyche give a damn
about whether or not you like me?
If this crime's right I might be wrong
I grip this mic tight because it's
all I really have a grip on
So let the losers lose and
The only difference is the day to some dust on the clay,
(Chorus - 4X) Who's world
Already got a plate full of clay on my table
I'm capable of handling fate, I know this
So do the people that get pissed
when this microphonist spits
Too many get caught up in the
lines that emcees thought up
But it's clear to me the ones that fear
me are the one's that oughta
I deliver subtle terror submerged
Instantly pissin? away the misfits
The only residue that came of the
hypothetical spew they sprayed
When they swayed I'd have em
At last, when we get down to it
There's more than sand and fluid
Involved in how I revolve and evolve
Can we solve the secrets? No.
Can we take trinkets? No.
So when the ink hits it's more
than just a sequenced flow
I can't bring you with me so
Centuries from now they're gonna
Carefully I steer, I'm aware life is fatal
When I go, I wanna go like Ho,