[Hook]
Music, when music doesn’t, it doesn’t even satisfy…
(If younger heads quote this, then it ain’t all hopeless)
Music, when music doesn’t, it doesn’t even satisfy…
(If younger heads quote this, then it ain’t all hopeless)

[Verse 1]
You cats haven’t heard the last of my tactics
Grab somebody in the room and move together, that’s it
Who knows how long we have? You might as well relax, kid
And hear yourself breathing as if you’re a fat bastard
The impact of a fashion design classic, is how I rap
Using these words to repeat after
I’m mad graphic, addicted to drum patterns
As heavy as titties look when you think of back spasm
Years of experience on stage in fronts of crowds
Who no one knew us before they had reason for getting down
Rhyme wizard lyricism, disappearing mysterious
Reappearing with style, like “who’s the one who’s laughing now?” Ha!
Perseverance with lyrics, in any weather condition
With vision stronger than radio, record labels, or critics
Isn’t concerned he’s looking as good as the words he’s written
In my opinion, there’s nobody living I wouldn’t drown, now
It’s Framework, known for working your frame;
A stage name to explain how I’m killing the game
Windmills, Rex Rey, straight murder, murder, murder
The beat until it’s had enough and take it even further, word