[Intro: sample of H. Jon Benjamin]
"You know, after work, I'm gonna go home, cuddle with my loving wife and watch three to five hours of a critically-acclaimed drama, and then go to sleep."
[Verse 1: Soul Khan]
I seen god in a felon's hands
As a guitar playing John Cougar Mellencamp
When I asked, “What if I've done all that I ever can?”
He just said, “Ooh, child, you're wrong as a weatherman”
So come around playing for the spot I'm at?
That's a f**ing downpayment on a bodybag
‘Stead of f**ing up the town wasted in my party hat
I'm on a path to lay a foundation with the Wozniaks
I know I lollygagged
But on my cardiac
I swear to y'all I'm back rushing
On my Grant Gustin
To craft something
That doesn't
Just vanish in a flash
A cla**ic that'll last
Longer than a pack of Balishag
Mr. Rogers that, mission control
The path I mentioned like a fraction of a minute ago?
Well, you might see it shimmer and glow
But not a brick of it's gold
It's just a lot of people piss on that road
C'mon, select a destination, if I land it
That‘s yet another step I'm taking that they can't Aldrin
I feel like a Van Alden in a Mueller's clothes
Fooling folks into thinking that I ain't a damn problem
But I'm somewhat of a rap shaman
It'll take more than doors with blood of a lamb on ‘em
‘Cause this sh**'s tough
As the punches of Jack Johnson
Or a mother who can't promise her son that his dad wants him
If I could made the hounds of hell sit
In my House on Elm, then
Who's been around since Bel Biv
That'll go round for round for this crown I melted?
Nobody like Alphonse Elric
The game is to be sold, so I'mma tell it
Relegate me to a role or ever label Soul a relic
You've been smoking coke developed into potent Novoselic
All your base are belong to me
No appellate