Comfy in that chaos,
Lounging where them guns go off,
Kick my feet up in a storm,
Comfortable wherever I go,

I am a mortal, no I am not immortal,
Smoke ‘till I’m in wormholes, hoppin’ portals,
I’m not normal, puffin’ potent till I’m paranormal,
Pair of blunts rolled, eyes low as I watch my foes,

Grittier than the Revenant, DiCaprio but a peasant,
But rising like investments out in the land so western,
Gunslingin’ in saloon cities, palm trees and places pretty,
But from the Northeast where sleet keeps us pissy,

Cheap from the dirt that had trash heaps and bottom shelf whiskey,
Can’t stay crispy when the odds are against me,
Get wavy ‘till my mind finds some clarity,
Can’t see off this Cali-tree, chillin’ like a Rocket Power peep,

Rock it for hours with no sleep,
Clocked in and haven’t clocked out since,
Been rolling like those fuckin’ Stones since,
9-3, I had the fuego up inside of me,

Higher fees, all I need to let me proceed,
Easel up cause my brush work could fuck ya up,
Weed and weed, they think that’s what I need,
But they missin’ the point like Malaysian planes on radar,

Safe nowhere so escape and go beyond far,
Probably gonna have profits similar to Qatar,
Petroleum puffin’, fuck that shakey gas you brought here,
Live weird, grow beards, burn ‘till you reach the next tier,

Zero to four hunnid twenty real quick,
Wassup sapiens!? Need a bonita to suck my dick,
Off topic, I’ve never seen a ceiling, me eyes only saw blue skys,
And back home, all anyone ever teach you is fear, but I fly high,

With wizards in forbidden forests,
I been plottin', plottin', plottin’,
Deep in dark dungeons in Gotham,
I been plottin', plottin', plottin’,

In creeks creepier than Dawson,
I been plottin', plottin', plottin’,
Bitter cold in winters in Boston,
I been plottin', plottin', plottin’,

Smokin’ sewage in swampland,
I been plottin', plottin', plottin’,
Got forgotten in the Macintosh so Rotten,
I been plottin', plottin', plottin’,

On my Apple, I thieved some Jobs,
I been plottin', plottin', plottin’,
I mean I’m on my Steve Jobs,
Just plottin', plottin', plottin’,

Even a king needs to pay his rent,
Gotta supply the gold that your castle spent,
Even a king needs to pay his rent,
Gotta supply the gold that your castle spent,


Gorging on that green mantis,
Preying on predators, praying didn’t do me shit,
Hopin’ competitors don’t slaughter ya,
Faulted ya, they ‘bout to tip ya ‘till ya slip up,

Concentrates and chronic is some Californication,
About to fornicate with a whore for your sake (haaa),
Poor kid needs to wake up and smell the napalm,
It’s a warzone, strap up, time to only bat homeruns,

Go home if you ain’t ready for the battle son,
Rattle drums and smack ya girls bum as ya leave,
Conquering is all my minds eye can see,
Definite and absolute are what my other eyes be,

Ride free, yellow, orange, purple, green and teal trees,
Bleed that code that only Beast Coast natives feel,
Winter warriors, organic author cause these blunts heal,
Orator to the generation risin’, we joined together like a deal,

Business brawlers, but keep that shit to the fuckin’ bankers,
Just learn how to maneuver, but love is all you need to desire,
Fire ever fuck who corrupts, hire every chump who don’t,
Give a chance, life’s a glance at a bigger picture we haven’t yet found,

All the systems are competition, dollar chasin’ fools,
If you don’t have ‘fuck you money’, well, fuck youu
x2

Straight out of the frying pan and into the fire,
‘Bout to pop like that crack that got Pryor,
Been adventurin’ since 10 out the Shire,
Perspire as I aspire, smokin' fine herbs to get higher,

You a liar, nothin’ but mannequins surround you,
Fakery bakery, you invested in, it’s true,
While I been realer than the devil’s eye,
Tried to fly and found my wings up in the sky,

Slowdancin’ with snakes and Satan’s sisters sinnin’,
Been in the revolutions, sorry I didn’t have time for cash dashin’,
Grass stashin’, preppin’ for Apocalypse that come in the night n’ shit,
SWAT like swatters, to them we mosquitos or squatters,

Proper swisher splitter, washed down with hops n’ liquor,
Where hopes n’ dreams used to go, I been plottin’ bigger,
Blunts all thicker, girls wasting their livers,
Utopia livin’, the west coast delivers,

Plastic surgery & Percocet,
Palm trees & tourniquets,
Psalms, hymns & work to get,
Elastic strategies I rep,
x2

Keep my bottle close cause mothafuckas be snatchin’,
Enemies can’t even keep up with all the plots I’m hatchin’,
Ragin’ like I’m ratchet, but ain’t rat shit, I’m stitchin’ fashion,
Back in like McFly at the end, puffin’ potent, preachin’ passion,

There’s royalty at the top,
So spread legs and pop tops,
Outfit off then we get to gettin’ off,
Oral or an orifice, I’m my own boss,

Office wherever the fuck,
Travel like laterals, back ’n forth my body tossed,
Only hostile to hostiles in hostels,
Hotels should be renamed brothels,

Whores livin’ in close quarters with animals,
Hannibal to these hateful ho’s so minuscule,
I’m in the view like Walters, got barbies, fuck a Barbara,
Fuck an artsy, I dropped that to be me,

Avant garde is just tryin’ too hard,
Fuck a martyr, 100 years old seems smarter,
Turn liquor to triggers and water to quivers,
I jumpstart wars and let my mind move quicker,

In the action like my last name Bronson,
Vigor from an age that withered, started on Arthur,
Now got knights and wives around a wooden circular,
Knives and tribes coming together, (laymen AND Harvard)

Guard where the innocence is kept harbored,
Scarred and impaired, but my generation ain’t scared!
Been aware since Al had the truth,
Try making 80 million Americans go back to sleep after they get proof,

I’m talking ages teen to 30, we got a majority,
‘Bout to make this land of the free it’s namesake,
Fuck anarchy, we just have better clarity,
‘Bout to take this land BACK for Lady Liberty,

I like my coffee black, I like my asses fat,
I like my art surreal and my life abstract,
I’m the walking definition of THC addiction,
Censorship can suck my dick while I speak Sedition,

I’m a chaos cowboy surfin’ cosmic waves,
Bout to roll my last blunt and turn it into a milli,
Fade off the last hit and turn it to my next baggy,
Then smash the keep with my clan, feelin’ zany,

I’m not like those pill poppin’, stock droppin’, loud mouths,
Ain’t scared to leave my house with zero in my bank account,
Fuck that, I been poor, know how much ambition to leave out,
NONE, runnin’ naked in the tundra chasin’ nuns, I’m devout,

Got some knowledge in my posit’,
Can’t be Picasso if you ain’t rich,
Learned from the OG’s to never, ever, ever, ever, ever snitch,
And can’t take that heat, get the fuck out the kitch’!

Hustled 300 a week till I got up off the block,
Now all I do is 4, 5, 6, figure talk,
Tryin’ to scuffle through the struggle,
Next stop is the big boy billion plot,

From the Summer to the Shores (road!),
Mission Hill to Somerville,
Jamaica Plain to Monterey Bay,
On to only some higher phase,
From the Hills of Blue,
To the Land of Or to Andorr
Takin’ ‘cid to open doors,
From the start to the ending war,


I’m like Einstein if he smoked dusty blunts and rocked Afrika Bambaataa,
I’m like Napoleon if sold onions and flayed a Beretta,
I’m like Da Vinci if he had baddies and chugged Hennessy,
I’m like Caesar if he sported Coogi and came from the boonies,

I’m like Miles Davis, runnin’ laps around the global,
But shade a bit brighter like the plant in his nose,
I’m like Magellan, but a felon meltin’ mary in my melon,
And the amount? Mannnnnnn there’s no tellin’,