Open Mike Eagle
Mastering How To Land
Yeah
This that Blockhead shit
New daydream, who is this?
Staring at the flame burning on [?]
Thinking ignorance is bliss from a paradise that's Amish
But walking tightropes this thin could paralyze a novice
And the stuntman scared of heights prolly might be jobless (true)
To each his own cobbler for the shoes you choose to jog in
'Til you exhausted, or just to get the blood circulating
Like a certain person's latest racial slur compilation