[Intro: Barbra Streisand]
Like some music in a dream
Like some music in a dream

[Verse: Sybyr]
Suspect, reject, everything n***a reset
Insects I smash, pass the word
Everything I say is absurd
Shit it out like a turd
I don't come for the pleasure
Begging me back for a third round
I'm down, no one helping me up
Depression in my confession
Ain't no messing me up, I piss in ya cup
The bible burning ya, churning and makin' anew
Another fuckin' word for the blind, I speak what I spew
Lost souls for the lost hope
Conversation turning wild like a odd goat
Keeping track of my score like I was testin'
Not makin' anymore sense, no more for you stupid writers
I hate rapping, stupid-ass bars have to make sense
Subject matter in past tense, put up a fence
Don't forget your fuckin' references
If you don't research, then you don't need to reference shit
What I spit, just flow with not much else
All you classics, and new batshits
Don't need to practice
Got to caddle the bag, finally glad
Smoke enough truth and now it's time to be sad, for what?
I'm just lost in the ways of a mortal
Alienated sympathetic bars of corporal
I'll make another album, and name it "Sudal" because of this
Weird Kid had no bars to spit, n***a
[Outro: Sybyr]
Nah, one-take and shit
Since 1996, bitch
One-take and shit, since 1996
Ya big bitch, ah

[Extended Outro: Sybyr]
Gone mad
Gone mad
Gone mad