I got those tin foil brains
And burning plastic lungs
To accentuate the Rythm when I'm speakin in tounges

Try and move me like a boulder, I won't budge
A quarter century year old boy with a body fulla sludge
Cypher encrypter, I'll be sure to tip the riktor
Like your momma when you come home Sunday smelling like liquor

Used to call me dextro till I got that url back
Ain't wrote a decent rap since
A year ago way back
Get out my head escape the mental funk soon so My voice can reach past the carpet of my bedroom

Please gimme my space I enjoy the solitude
You'll see my next Thursday when I'm THROWIN back Ya attitude
Try to act smooth and I'll push through dead ass tried and true
My crew will spring hands on you

A gentle shade of blue radiated dim light as a 96 sedan cruises through the darkest of nights we're sparkin up lights and passively aggressively starting Internet fights and it's alright, we do what we do how we do it and do what we do in the truest form of pride and premeditated prudence
Keep it lucid like a dream comin off melatonin and roamin through your third ear just moanin to keep the cycle goin

I'm your pockets, I'll always be your pockets

I'm your pockets, I'll always be your pockets
The state is killing children with their drones that fire rockets

But as long as I'm your daddy I will always be your pockets

Scary things the NSA who can inform the CIA
I pray that you won't find my ip today

Cause I'm torrenting
Seventy four hours
Of Japanese wrestling
And also some schematics to build a bomb in my own KITCHEN
I'll probably detonate it beside the VFW