What up Rozz What up Lord Quazz Put you drinks down Put your hands up for applause I'm serving free food like a moss But it's food for thought It's witches brew and I'm skimming off you the broth And if I'm the best to ever do it dog Then I don't have anything to prove at all Except doing me and moving on Move along I've been rapping fifteen years And I guess it roughly adds up to a couple thousand stupid songs Cause I got bars to mention Music isn't sh** if you regard convention And I am living proof of this Etherial dreamscape lucidness Two lovers and only one of em won't leave me on some stupid sh** And lately I'm a stupid b**h Full of kinetic energy and too lazy to figure out what to do with it And if anything is getting through to you then the only thing I'm tryna prove is all the time you waste being a humanist [Hook] I must have said something wrong But I've been saying it all along My friend Trapped in a maze And I'm amazed At all these angels with dirty faces I was greatly disappointed with Dirty Acres So I took it out and put another tape in attempts to escape and create thirty minutes of blank slating Twenty years No more bunny ears No more romanticizing the wonder years If everything is nothing That can only mean that everything is just another front to mask all of my other fears Cause I wish I could make another Mint I wish I could make another one that didn't s** and f**ing make me cringe I wish that I could get off of my self-deprecating binge to the point That I could maybe even make some friends The world is your oyster Up and Adam man unless you stay inside and decide to blame it on Adavan It's time to run a new course on the street Shower shave and take blue corpse offer (?)