[Intro]
So what am I saying?
I don't really know, because it's not important

[Verse: Rozz Dyliams]
It was '97, I was working off the pager
We were smoking blunts, listening to Skunk Anansie
With the MAC-11 and all the accessories out on the kitchen table
Mossimo bags and party favors
Hunter green Grand Prix, '93
A cactus with sunglasses on the antenna
The only one who accompany me
Back and forth, state to state, releasing the energy rap
From a mobile trap, with Ohio plates
Had to pay the cost, and suffer pain and loss
All my protectors and collectors look like Rayna Foss
All over they faces, then I'm skating off
I love to talk about myself, I just hate to talk
To someone of a lesser status, who don't understand the madness
And what the frelling hell is up with the pressure patterns
Dylan keep it going 'til it hurt
Off into the summer, hitting summer with the damn work
This is a demonstration, of activation, across the nation
A gift to all nations from all sides, let the love get multiplied
Open your mind, and open it wide, and go deep inside
And let your spirit be the guide
To a spiral dragging dreaming sequence
A newfound, unlocked personal achievement
No jive lip guff talk bitch boy bein'
Just straight emceein'
Keeping it hardest of the hardcore, with a vivid vision
Of destruction and disorder for a modern war
I'ma keep it rockin' 'til my body rotten, long forgotten
I got mental illness, so a nine to five is not an option
I'ma crush your head in with a 909, and keep on stomping
If you doesn't comprehend, you never will, you never got it
[Chorus: Rozz Dyliams]
It went from Finast, to Tops, to Tops, to Heinen's, and that's when it stops
It went from Finast, to Tops, and Tops, to Heinen's, and that's when it stops

[Outro]
Oh my god
I feel like I've been gone for a century
Our lives today, we don't need to know anything about nothing. People keep talking about bullshit. So what does it matter what I say, really? It doesn't, because people talk too much. "Let me put my two cents in on that." No, really. I ask you to look deep into yourself, and ask yourself, "Where is the authentic me in this world when there's so much lack of authenticity-- when so many people are putting on this facade to appear certain ways in order to make people happy, or tell people what they think they are, when they're really nothing at all?" When I looked into my true self today, you know what I saw? Do you know what I saw when I looked into my true self today?
Absolutely nothing. I saw nothing. And what are you supposed to do... when you see nothing? You could only build on top of that
You're lucky if you see nothing
'Cause from there, comes all of this