[Intro: Sterling Holloway, George Sanders, & Spit Habitz]
Let me show you how it works
Trust in me
Uh, no, I can't be bothered with that
I-I have no time for that sort of nonsense
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Can I kick it?
Some excellent idea, haha, I'm sure you wouldn't mind

[Verse 1: Spit Habitz]
Coughing up dust, something is up, redirected as I resurrected, uh
Starin' at some dangling necklace in a purple-painted cesspit
Left with some permanent breaking pencils, you were out back, building up fences
I was at the core, perfеcting my senses, thesе tunnels underground goes infinite and endless
Hypnotic pendulums, yeah, makin' realities, bending it in, uh
Breathing it out, feel all your body parts sink to the ground, core is vibrating from sounds, uh
Voices screamin' inside, "Please let us out!" the voyage is now
Reality still smells like molded oysters standin' in line, like
I could never breathe in this town
Stuck to the couch all while all my vocals' been dyin' out
Pain in my back from the day before I'm slowing down
So I think of something in to write
I'll start to shiver in parts of time, it must be (Hmm)
How it's about to be like when universes collide, it's drippin' mucus from the vines and the
Tide is to high, it's pretty stupid how I rhyme, but you can
See what's behind if you open your third eye
Put the verses in your mind, but there's no need to rehearse to get the feeling of feeling alive
No need for you to cry (No)
You just gotta recognize that vibration in your spine, that sound that makes your heartbeat amplify
Concrete cracking 'cause the time is now (Yeah)
Bringing that crappy underground sound
Collecting tactics, mind like a magnet, connecting aspects
Walking on glass, writing on tablets in pitch blackness
[Chorus: Spit Habitz & guardin]
Stick it to the rhythm as I kick it
Truth is hidden in the lyrics, isn't it explicit?
I'm feeling fucking terrific
Listen for that feeling that makes you paint the pictures
Stick it to the rhythm as I kick it
Truth is hidden in the lyrics, isn't it explicit?
I'm feeling fucking terrific (Yeah, yeah)
Listen for that feeling that makes you paint the pictures

[Verse 2: Spit Habitz]
Feelings dripping onto a distant breath, could you help me resurrect?
I need to begin again, brick by brick, building my silhouette
Like the cinnamon in bread, I need it, tasty, sick, and intense
Always listening to the pen inside this silent den, gazing in the darkness
Lookin' for the lights, I need to calm the fuck down
Sit down on the couch and listen to the sounds
The earth was full of dirt, now it's reversed
Feeling pretty neutralized while round circles and cubes collide
The most stupid guy in the crew is I
Still liable to rhyme when all the planets are in line, throwing facts to the sky
Going mad 'cause I don't have time
Growing cactuses on my thighs, going back to the end of time
What are you talking about?
I'm just ventilating my brain, man, 'cause
It's overheated from all the pain, so fuck it all
I brought a new contrast to the frame
Peak through the tunnels full of trains and graffiti spray paint
Still fading so I can make it to the next day
Sittin' by the fire in some never-ending cave, meditating
Evolve your brain, man, before it's too late
But it's never to late to feel greatness
I'm not talking about some payment
Reach past the intakes of different situations
Analyze conversations and be aware when you try to explain shit
You've been at the bottom of the sea while I was sailing
Across it all with my mingling, preposterous bars
I'm lyrically attached to my fucked up thoughts, uh
Furious and sometimes feel like I've lost it all
Anxious pranks of tantrums on the canvas
I can't handle it, but I'm prepared for it
[Chorus: Spit Habitz]
Stick it to the rhythm as I kick it
Truth is hidden in the lyrics, isn't it explicit?
I'm feeling fucking terrific
Listen for that feeling that makes you paint the pictures
Stick it to the rhythm as I kick it
Truth is hidden in the lyrics, isn't it explicit?
I'm feeling fucking terrific
Listen for that feeling that makes you paint the pictures

[Verse 3: guardin]
Yeah
Got these kaleidoscope eyes, and my mind's not right, kinda fucked, won't lie
Forty-seven goons online 'bouta take what's mine when I rip this line
Motherfuckers know I'm fly with my pink bowtie and my hair up high
Yeah, just aim for the sky when I soar right by, cock it back, don't try
Testing the waters I gotta fix
Running from my problems, I'm caught up inside the mix
Lot of water in my chalice I'm sippin' upon this shits
Movin' steady like I'm ready, my feet are hittin' the bricks, yeah
Channeling energy from my wrist
[Pulse?] point privilege, pickin' up all the sticks
I'm assembling my shelter and sleepin' until it's six
Watch the raindrops fall into my [title?], I'm fuckin' sick
Cough the blood of my enemies, crawling up they spines like a dog met a centipede, yeah
Eatin' brains, wiping memories, if they got a problem, show 'em the directory (Show 'em the directory)
Yeah, I hope you fuckin' sick of me
Tying ropes, I got no hope inside this hickory
Dickory, feelin' it with your dick
Got as bomb as it gets, writing bars, making hits
Got the weed, where the bed?
Split the blunt, roll that shit, find the light, spark that spliff
Gettin' high is fuckin' bliss
Got my dick in your miss and your shits, ha
Cloudy days in my head, tunnel abyss
Not as fat as the ones I've been blowing on my lips
Suck on my dick while making the hits
And your baby just gave me a fuckin' kiss, mwah
[Chorus: Spit Habitz]
Stick it to the rhythm as I kick it
Truth is hidden in the lyrics, isn't it explicit?
I'm feeling fucking terrific
Listen for that feeling that makes you paint the pictures
Stick it to the rhythm as I kick it
Truth is hidden in the lyrics, isn't it explicit?
I'm feeling fucking terrific
Listen for that feeling that makes you paint the pictures

[Outro: Spit Habitz]
I'm feeling fucking terrific