[Verse 1: milo]
This slack-jaw mealy-mouth
I mumble when I'm 'round the house
I'm trying not to do no chores today
Crying in my underwear
I lost my sense of wonder, there
No, I'm not Milan Kundera
Though this lightness is unbearable
The feeling is indelible
I'm wishing I could teleport somewhere
Transmolecularize through the secular eye
I remember when Vegeta stomped Bardock's neck in
Two prayer hands to the heavens
Good Lord, bless Him
I was a broke slob watching Ghost Dog
Writing Post Hoc
If I could muster just one good throat chop
And honor my shidoshi
Because 'dim mak' means 'd**h touch'
I been Spock, I been clutch
In thin socks, I'm bu*thurt
Impervious pervert with n******gish fervour
Crashing Linux server
Who didn't to change his laundry over
Who needs to buy toilet paper
Indie rapper, sorta faker
'Cuz I couldn't afford a mortgage or a Studebaker
'Cuz I couldn't afford a mortgage or a Studebaker
[Chorus: Anderson.paak]
When you're deep in the raw
Everybody wants to get a piece of your heart
There's only so much truth you can keep in your bowl
Speak your piece, but words are too harsh
[Busdriver:]
Overspoke my piece
I'm known in the streets
When you're deep in the raw
There's only so much truth you can keep in your jaw
I can run the world from my mama's house [x3]
I can run the world
When you deep in the raw
There's only so much truth you can keep in your jaw
'Till it bleeds through the wall
[Verse 2: Busdriver]
Every song responds to a threat
Every laundered dollar's wet
But if a mom's like a song torn breath
But as long as I can ponder the depth
And the king sorta stinks of lunacy
I roam the rinks in sync with the jinx that are having me sink the moon and the sea ?
Bankers clink drinks as they uplink to the sphinx's coonery
I'm on the brink, I could fill my sink with the king's j**elry
Yeah, who is he? Driver. I am from a dead world
Sole practitioner of his customs and know the RPM of your head twirl
Driver old as f***
My daughter old enough to vote
Rap songs blowing up on the coast
Loyal subjects rolling up that smoke
Cuz I dictate terms from an ensnarled perch
Yeah, and Leimert Park is Winterfell
Rumors I learn to Splinter Cell pitches sale from Mike's Citadel
Exact an explicit Hell
Empty the fire and sway
My music on Pirate's Bay as my elusive alliances fray
I collude with a silent clay and infuse a vibrant day
With a soothing eye of decay -- putting food on the dining tray
Yeah, I can do this my way
[Chorus: Anderson.paak]
When you're deep in the raw
Everybody wants to get a piece of your heart
There's only so much truth you can keep in your bowl
Speak your piece, but words are too harsh
[Outro: Busdriver]
When I was a younger man
I could feel the entire world
But now that I'm older...