Samurais, tarot cards and wise guys,
High five to an old life I didn’t give a fuck about,
Good thing I slipped through, cause now I’m livin’ proof,
That if you do what ya gotta, you get what’s owed to you,

Bullet trains, pull the reigns, airplanes and fame,
Influences exotic, no longer just a local name,
Prose not the same, now tainted ancient, I’m herculean,
Peruvian up all peers nostrils, while I be tokin’ green cubans,

Bein’ human ain’t all its cracked up to be,
‘Bout to switch back, the aliens livin’ so easily,
We’re full of war, murder and religious aristocracy,
It’s hypocrisy to say, but I don’t think I wanna live this way,

Gettin’ hyper-crazy, gettin’ higher and then it don’t phase me,
But it’s still the livin’, breathing reality,
Take a trip to Tokyo just to let it all go,
Then I remember Hiroshima, Nagasaki, Fukushima! (fuuuuuuuck)

Yappin’ this ain’t Kansas captain,
Yappin’ this ain’t Kansas captain,
This that east to west rugged rappin’,
This that east to west rugged rappin’,
Rugrat watchin’,
Thug, no rat since probation,
Rugrat watchin’,
Thug, no rat since probation,
Yappin’ this ain’t Kansas captain,
Yappin’ this ain’t Kansas captain,
This that east to west rugged rappin’,
This that east to west rugged rappin’,

Blastin’ imbeciles, wild, ridin’ crocadiles,
Smile plastered on, joint as big as King Kong,
Smoke as thick as smog in Hong Kong,
Hit the gong and resume lessons with Tommy Chong,

Bong more loaded than the guns that outnumber Americans,
Lemon so loud it got their faces frozen like mannequins,
Bruce in Fifth Element plus Anakin when he ain’t panickin’,
Landed in Vietnam lookin’ for Charlie, guess I gotta learn to drop grudges,

Felt underrated since the art teacher smudged my magnum opus,
Focus on the solution, the problem tends to paralyze,
Been copin’ with shit most don’t have to, call me Atlas,
My passion is perfection, so my work will never be done,

Blunted since ’07, just another man on a mission,
Just another up and comer looking for a submission,
Got my submission in, now I’m waiting for permission,
To piss on all the visions of my competitions, I’m in it to be number one,

It’s cumbersome, numb ya if you’re too young,
Dumb ya down and make ya into the same song that’s sung,
Turn ya to a bum, they all turn ya to a bum,
Take the money and run, it’s all they do hun,

“Yappin’ this ain’t Kansas captain!”