(Hook) (This that Slammu (x2))

[Verse 1: Croosh]

I'm writing whatever my mind conceives/
Complicated imagination you wouldn't believe/
The contractor for building a team of cohorts/
Cooked up recipes, copped ingredients of all sorts/
Consciously, you couldn't come next to my level/
Spent careless nights where we reveled/
I revealed an instinct that out shown the rest/
Properly invested, now who won test/
No excess, we trimmed the fat off/
To those who came before me, I tip my hat off/
Glad to laugh off of what seems to be a bad cough/
Don't stay sad lost, find something great at not such a bad cost/
Egads if your superior is acting like a rad boss/
They need something greater that will add but for you it's a mad loss/
Just brush it out, be what your about/
Focus on self and make sure to forget the doubt/

(Hook) (This that Slammu (x2))

[Verse 2: Croosh]

That power increases with your blood flow/
Don't look slumped over and dumb slow/
Productive, lead as the example or don't/
Decisions that you think will effect the world won't/
Not with an attitude that resides in the dumpster/
In the end, all of us want a slice of that munster/
Remember though to keep the passion as a whole/
Rewrite the hieroglyphic under the adapted glow/
I reacted to the radio and what it plays constant/
Nonchalant, the public grabs your brain and taunts it/
It says you need certain amenities that you need not/
And they feed your brain in a pigs feed trough/
Know the boundaries don't exist in blind infatuation/
You can complete anything with this creation/
Blatantly I evoke and provoke out of spite/
No need to be on edge like the serrated side of a knife/