One mans second is another's new moon
I Talk like a parrot with a tv in the room
And tend to get incredulous when I'm seeking truth
Sometimes the train doesn't have to chugga-choo
Tragedy is comedy, not every lens zooms
Post up in the shop and fix what troubles you
I like the way my mouth dances when I spit a tune
My bars are choreography for my lips to move
And I love to trouble shoot
Rap that stream of conscious constructed to be cool
Why do I use the slangs and subjects that I choose?
How can I be organic, and an ally and the truth?
Everyone's Mystique, color me fucking blue
Our Own worst enemies, the idioms are true
I'm silencing the sabotage like Beastie boys on mute
Be hedonistic to balance out the brood
Breed a little demon with some freedom n the stew
Back in the day I wanted to be cool
Fall in Love like Imhotep, Anck-Su-Namun
Every living soul has rocks in their shoes
I goofed
What chu what chu gonna do?
Nothing