(XEL)

(intro)
See I woke up in the middle of a nightmare
Boxing with my demons they don’t fight fair
Might scare, everyone of these cats look at the mice there
Looking around my dark life for bright flares...


I will not wait for the funk
Yeah we got grape and the skunk
Got that phosphate in my lungs
Rockford Fosgate in my trunk
And them rocks shake when the thump
Bars are locked safe for the punks
Saying they not late for a month
Eating off plates what you want?
All my thoughts race from the blunts
This the big leagues, where the fish feed
Them cops hate when we stunt
Cross fate for my lunch
Ya’ll are nada, but pinatas we piranhas
You lotta yada and yada, but not up in my waters though
And the things that you be thinking of right now, I already thought of bro
Not modest with nothing
You thinking you on because you got some Twitter followers?
Rapping about your fam but you got rid of all of us
I'd kill for this life, filter this light, if I built it it’s right
Funny you don’t know the lines but still get the stripes
You will get a price, taxing all of you
The chemist back in the lab again, I’m cracking molecules
Saddest but the maddest with the pad and pen, have to follow through
They don’t even know me, they judging me off a fucking song
That’s why I’m always angry but acting like nothing’s wrong
I puff the bong and I’m in the clouds, that’s where my mind it must have gone
I’m find another rhyme to structure on
I never did do no time though
Committed thee crimes, flipping the pine
Giving the lines, living confined, driving to climb
Sipping the wine rolling the White Rhino
Students this you final
They don’t know me at all then tell me how the fuck would I know
I’m just crazy and stupid but now they laid me a blueprint
Ain’t seen this kinda psycho since Shady in alien suits and
They made me a nuisance, who gives a flying fuck about the radio’s two cents?
You bailed, go play with your new friends
You thinking that you talented because you overdub
I really grew up in the slums, and homie I would know a scrub
From the Rez into the hood, they gone always show me love
Because I’m out here for my people till the the day I go above
Or is it below? Truman’s back it's time to visit the show
My rhyme exquisite with flow, my mind is intricate though
It's interwoven the tundra ain’t been as frozen
The ice is forming in my organs, cold as Minnesotans
A royal flush and then I’m folding
Just guarantee that I’m made for this, if and when I’m chozen
I’m Doctor House kid, you all about the fashion yeah
You prolly shop for blouses
You got the Garmin on the dash so you could watch the route switch
You in the trap? that’s no joke, I'm on my stop the mouse shit
Then we wash em out quick
Unless I’m at your wake I will not smile
They tell me that I’m too harsh and my thoughts vile
On my Trailer Park Boys shit, ya'll lookin' like the Roc Pile
Yeah you know you in them cop files
Listed as informant, your music is fucking trash no listening it’s boring
You ain’t whipping in a foreign, you workin' a 9-5 just like I do
So don’t be surprised when if I gotta "check" you when I ride though
Saving up but gotta live in debt just for survival
You swearing on ya life ya hand that’s "left" is on the bible
No wonder they never get me up onto they song
They know when I get up on that bitch that I’m a kill it cause I lay napalm
Nobody could ever put up with me won’t stay long
But now when I get em' devour the writtens this C4, ain't no fake bombs
And I’m all about the real hip hop
But I love the 808, I gotta feel it drop
Spazzing on some next shit, what’s happening, I left quick
I killed ya’ll in one verse, lemme get back to my breakfast
Always interrupting me and shit.. I'm just out here tryna eat. Go fuck yaself. XEL