I don't know if i still have it in me, Another hit song You want that heat? I got that wrong kind of chimney My export is busted Your neck tortoise mustard The absurd sounds profound when the wordsmith is trusted Only desperate men will trade a rhyme for a message Now who'm I gonna blame when i have the least invested When the cattle car gets AC, the battle scars fade A master of the blind is just a fancy kind of slave The god of rap is stingy if the sacrifice aint made So step into the realm and get blazed