[Verse 1: Marty McKay]

[Verse 2: Canibus]
What is my life like swinging from a dirty shoestring that used to be white
Now it's only white and black light
BYOB and VIP in front of CIC
Got thrown out the club that night
It was daylight, dark, I slept on a bench in the park
The disgusting stench of my fart made me vomit when I tried to talk
Off balance when I tried to walk, I was high as a hawk
Get home, take clothes off, crawl into a bath of Epsom salt
Warm water and dozed off over time
Additional bonus credit, year soul is mine, I still find it hard to toe the line
By the time the pendulum swings back this way
My perspective is old but your hair is grey
It wouldn't mattеr much if experiencе is king
But the lack of instinct kicks us all out of sync
Pressed by now, problem solved
You might not have to go outside at all

[Verse 3: Marty McKay]

[Verse 4: Canibus]
Every week man, how's Mondays for Tuesdays tournament
After waterboard Wednesday, Thursday is down the toilet
40 Acres and a Mule and an apple orchard
On Friday they foreclose one
By the Sabbath I'm so exhausted, Sunday I can't do the recording
But I'll do it tomorrow I promise
Rat Race where you put the cat in the same cage
The serval cat makes the rat act strange
Stress manifest depressed
Erectile dysfunction, they can't get it up for sex
[Chorus]

[Verse 5: Canibus & ]
What you strive for affects others around you
What they strive for is not even about you
Can't beat 'em join 'em, they'll just do it without you
But find a way to go around you
We talk of routines, we work all day
Stuck in a dead end job that don't pay
Stuck in a dead end job, we're live bait
Stuck in a place we call the Rat Race