The sky shifts its tints from blue to red
And the gypsy woman said, that my soul will soon be dead
I take steps to avoid the voice in head
He was questioning my motives, I checked 'em and so he fled
Is he a stark raving genius or a madman
With a bad plan, for glass sands in Baghdad
He's not a rapper, had these rhymes inside a glad bag
Lightyears ahead of you trappers and that's a sad fact
Feeling like a super villain when this beat plays
Keep this shit on replay, fuck what the streets say
Zeroes in my bank, still gon be a cheapskate
And that's "Always and Forever" like it's Heatwave
"How he get these sounds?" I'm diggin' in the crates
I'm plotting my escape while I'm listening to "Grapes"
Shit man, I ain't got no time for fakes
Cause Rap today is wack, don't mind if I raise the stakes
Music game is here driving screws through my ears
For every song that I hear I fear that I'm losing years
Off of my precious lifespan, I'm not a white man
So my time here is shorter than others, I gotta fight man
The right plan, doesn't seem to exist
The list of why I'm pissed has grown to volumes of fifth
I wish I made some sense but my brain is Harvey Dent
And if your search is for Mr. Kent, his head is staked up on my fence