Insight, inside it’s light
This life, this mic, it’s mine
My shine, my soul, my glow it’s
Unique, one-of-a kind
Kind of, an over-thinker
Drinking, two cups of wine
Why not, step out for the evening
It’s too nice to stay inside
Feel so alive on a night like this
Won’t question why we exist
She grabbed me by the wrist
Now we face to face, in a moonlight tryst
What a life this is
My prognosis?
It’s D.I.Y. for life, shout out if you like
FANG OVER FIST
See the sound is Ill Mess
Witta Boom Box voice
So much more than that, so much more than rap
For my homie Pat, I spits it noice
No ice in my drink
Take my Greenspot neat
Some call him “Ol’ Fashion’d”
Just another song I sing

To the game I bring
Cassettes, so fresh, they’re mint condition
And if you thought I was sick
Then I hope this tape confirms suspicion
Not rags to riches
Just rags to more rags
Until it’s dust to dust
And ash to ash

Bang yo head, throw bows like a mosh pit
Heard this beat, knew I had to hold it hostage
High and fast, run this like an ostrich
This Cocec, proceed with caution
Come here often? Yea, I’m a local
Man in the mirror, said it looked hopeful
But I don’t trust him, sounded kinda forceful
Wouldn’t take that, not a crumb or a morsel
Used to feel remorseful, but it all changed
Wouldn’t rove range, in an Es-ca-lade
Not out for fortune, or the fame
I just wanna make tunes that my friends will play
They don’t seem to have a second, or the time of day
Hey that’s o.k., I would do it anyway
C.P.T. with the C.M.H.

No MTV, fuck VMAs
Changed nowadays, everything so backwards
Life is a book, we’re just filling in the chapters
Live for the moment, but prepare for after
Nevermind, scratch that, life IS disaster
Bring on the rapture, bring out your dead
Bring your own bottle, we gon take it to the head
Gas unleaded, but our drinking water isn’t
Got friends online, not one to call or visit
They just fidget like a spinner, but I’m gonna be the winner
When I take your girl to dinner, then she’s swallowing my swimmers
Take 2, let it simmer, Sundays? I’m a sinner
Some ways a beginner, smoke haze in the winter
Any room that I enter
These kids get tough
Talking like raw beef
When they really veggie puffs