(Intro)

When I hear that sound, sound gonna get there
When I fly right down, down to the dead center
When i let my guard down will I get there?
If I stay too long am I left there

(Verse 1)

Look at me already
Front and center
Like it's hibachi, pour some saki
Watch me chef a dinner
I’m vet as fuck, like teddy bruschi was
I’m no beginner
The pencil poke a hole inside my heart to see what’s in it
Tell her caption me
Pour it baby
You know they make up all their lines
This ain’t Sephora baby
Need a menorah maybe
I’m lucky 7s till the end
A star of David next
Shout out to all my Jewish friends
Sometimes I wanna say some lines that sucks
You’re with me Right?
Like everything don’t always have to be so that tight
Like this ain’t math class Matt, be less calculated
It’s hip hop and man, you’re privileged just to hit these stages
So make it pure and real
You’re just a foreigner here
But don’t be that concerned 'bout tryna find a purpose here
Let’s make it more sincere
Make sure its from the gut
And let em know you can be nice, but still be nice as fuck
I wanna mind my business
I wanna rap my ass off
I wanna grind my sentences
And maybe make some cash off it
I wanna come with a change up
Then mow em with a fast ball
I want the verse like 5 o’clock
I want the words like last call
No clue what I meant by that
But I know I was sent by rap
It’s so new how I vent like that
But they don’t even mention me yet
Another project dead in the books, so that’s 3 tattoos under foot
Jones said he’d get the 5 on him soon, but I think he's gotta come with a hook
I wanna mind my business
I wanna just be happy
I hope you do too
Let’s make it one big family
Hope you got that mindset good
If it's not, don't near me
Keep tumbleweed rolling
That’s why nobody near me
It’s been me my only enemy my whole life long
Now when I️ hit the stage the energy like oh my god
And it get hard to practice empathy when I️ drop bombs
But I want peace so am I hypocrite when I write songs?
I️ got my iPhone 7 in a death grip, rap
With my life centered round the notepad app
If you’re a low life, know that I️ can’t co-sign that
It’s like I️ code write, can’t keep up with the language I️ spat
And then people call me nice and act like they broke news
Like I️m some microwaved rapper, or I️ don’t make moves
Like I️ didn’t spend my nights on Bradford out with Cream and good
Like cray tape wasn’t a factor, I️ just jumped hopped in the pool
As if I wasn’t up in 208, fordelo next door
As if I didn’t have the throw aways and go write more
As if I didn’t quit a couple times and say fuck this
As if I️ never plan to take it to where I can’t miss
But now I’ve rapped long enough it’s an extension of me
I get the beat bending, all these little intricacies
But I ain’t 10,000 yet I’m no where near Kung-fu
But watch what happen if I keep on rapping my own truth
I been double lapping double back stroking oceans carefully
They love my rap, they ask for it
In fact they wanna cheer for me
I love the craft I study I️t in fact I️m on my MBA
Got bourbon up inside my lemonade it’s Maeko Hemingway

(Outro)
Dead Center
Dead Center
Dead Center
Dead Center
Looking Around