[Verse 1: LostPoet]
Boo, I couldve gave you the last half of the bubba
But sometimes I can be a hard head nukka
Besides I'm somewhat of husta
Tunnel vision - self destructive
Swinging nunchuku despite my belt color
Plus i like to wake & bake in the early
Keep it with me like a surfer do hurley -
And do it big!
For power sometimes you gotta do dirty
True it ain't all purty - but its all essential
I went from stick figure beats to pixar under my speech
Said they'd "stand by me", but I only found a leech
Whats a anchor, when it pull the ship down 2 sink?
Gotta get that sh** up outta my clothes cuz it stink
Folks mingle cuz they single on the verge of breakin'
I dont use brakes, when its time 2 merge - keep skatin'
I thought it was only rock, seem these n***as found satan
Maybe marketing, maybe a small sect of the mason
Rap is complacent, i mean blacks complacent
Revolutionaries got comfortable paper chasin
Save face, before you loose face young as-sa-sin
They neutralize the black voice and got us all waitin'
For the next coming, while the dark arts summoned
Seems like you fall for anything if you dont stand for something