[Verse 1]
I got four minds in my brain right now
Just to think what, why, when, who and how
And sometimes these nouns get chewed in vows
I make to only break 'em, for God's sake take 'em
They're kinda useless, like old guys on that new shit
I'm through kid, this rap shit's getting booted
Name the last talented vandalist, looted the damages
Be outweighing candid kicks he gets
When he spits what he wants to, fire by the Bunsen
But then he throws the guns in to get the guns running
Then the car, so he can speed faster than their running
And he's still doing what he's wanting, right?
Nah, I live too many lives
Living ska, punk rock, copping top ramen nights
With a dollar in my pocket and nothing to my name
And in debt to my father when my past got lame
Doesn't matter 'bout the flames
That be coming out the mouth with the toothpaste
Cause real rap's fallen off like a toupe
Ever since a heat seeker took Jam Master Jay
Ok, there, look, I said it no credit
You're embedded with the notion that commotion's been settling
Down, look all around you, how are you confounded
I found that the noise was never loud?
[Hook]
Played out, played out, played out, played out
(Repeat x2)

[Verse 2]
Yuck, look at yourself you fucking mess
And in a couple months they're calling you a fucking pest
Ducking messages, owing several bucks to your nemesis
In this lifestyle no telling who the winner is
Not that thinner kid, he died in 96 when I was six
When monkey bars held me by my wrist
Eating Kix, the golden age of rap, boom brrap
Making scrap of the spitters that were slapping on the tracks
Staying paid, living dangerous ways
Back when shit never leaked you had to wait for the date
Copping CDs, Run DMC to the Bee-Gees
The end of an era giving emcees the night terrors
A rapper's work is his body and mind
Now these kids size it up like it's nothing but a paper cut
But it's nothing, man, I never had to pay for stuff
I'll just take the bus, eat scraps and don paper cuffs

[Hook]