Mining through the past, vinyl record math,
Musical wizards on a warpath, we gon' last
Back to the cave like Batman and Robin,
All my disciples trying to solve life's problems,

I smoke weed like I'm tryin to seek truth in nature,
Goin deeper than plato at his table writing fables,
Or rather i only pen what's real, in a sense so weird,
Consciousness veered off from the normal, grew a beard,

Seeing whats beyond the foggy mind of the Seer,
Mystical, crackin cryptic codes faster than ya crack a beer,
Smack out the fear, rise up like a Phoenix amongst peers,
Teen angst leads to anger and pains, but find the cheer,

Rockin stadiums like gladiators in the heat of battle,
Rival a rebellious king that took the fuckin capital,
Snatchin purses, snatches and snappin door latches,
Im the idol, cause of practice, now I flame like matches,


Hit the mattress, (its war!)
This an attack on all rackets,
Pack it like loud in pockets,
Tommy gun on all my prospects,
X2

Kept my eye on the light like i only chill around campfires
But still haven't found my way out the dark like the night lingers
I got my mind on things that you could never picture,
Drifter, but writing manuscripts legendary, history I sticker,

I got an eye for art and all thats beautiful,
Lyrically as cryptic as the eye of Ra feelin Satan's pull,
Hate in full and feel the negative bull,
Shit, im dodging it, while sonically mastering quick,

Know the feeling of being the last one picked,
I too have felt that shit, but then I got lit,
We're all just trying to get what our parents didn't,
So evolve or die, mannnn ya gotta sink or swim it,

Give me a task and I'll complete it,
Give me a challenge and I'll defeat it,
And I like long walks on the beach, dont give a fuck what u think,
My life is mine, fuck all that dont think,

Hit the mattress, (its war!)
This an attack on all rackets,
Pack it like loud in pockets,
Tommy gun on all my prospects,
X2

They think i dont listen or understand their sit',
Im unemotional cause the numbness lets you stand it,
Sounding like a xanax addict, but just man at it,
Tryin to explore higher levels, stuck slashed by manics,

Panic in disaster end up a follower of pastors,
Rasta with joints fatter than chatter we have here,
No one can be trusted, just hoped for and forgiven,
Tryin to find a balance between a pushover and a bully,

Straight skully on the beat, skeletons at my feet,
Murder lines like keith richards snortin his father, RIP,
Sorry to all my wrongs in the past, tryin to be positive,
But all i see is the opposite, gotta move forward, cant quit,

Quick and with wit or end up lost in the nonsense,
Been through moments tense like knives through the dense,
Backstabbers cant be cleansed, gotta face the karma,
Try to make amends, but you turn when the road bends,

Hit the mattress, (its war!)
This an attack on all rackets,
Pack it like loud in pockets,
Tommy gun on all my prospects,
X2

You like a pistol with no trigger, (no bang)
A pastor with no passion, (no drive)
A pyro with no fire burnin, (no fire)
While I squire to sire, im earnin!