[Verse 1]
It's been a while since I last chased dreams
These days I just set goals and I catch those
My mind often gets froze like subzero
That's after it gets blown like Nintendoes
I'm fillin' a set, flows sound like wet prose
'Cuz I'm drownin' in poetry between Gillette commercials
My rehearsals get cut off
Rap game summer jams, fireworks set off
Independence definitely has its drawbacks but I'm ready
The keys to a Chevy in my mind, got the drive like Andretti
My mind's my ignition, sacred is my mind, my mind is sacred
Cuz without my mind, I'm nothing but a soulless body wasted
That's why I don't get wasted, it numbs the mind, I need mine sharp
So when I brainstorm, it's lethal as a great white shark
Imagine if the sky rained knives and cut a path straight to the heavens
That's why I want knowledge, exclude good and evil, that's forbidden
You ever notice how good is so underrated?
There's good and then there's bad, evil, demonic, and straight wicked
This is my daily mental, somehow though, I'm still at it
I kill rap bits to calm my dome when I feel rapid
And pardon the blasphemy, but I'm getting ill at it
Is it bad I feel like I'm good as Nas on Illmatic?

[Chorus]
Wait, did he just say what I think he said?
I'm dead, my head is exploded from rounds of lyrical lead [x4]

[Verse 2]
Just food for thought, we all these days somewhat malnourished
I know a couple girls need vitamin D levels to flourish
You heard it here first, a brotha raisin' life up in a hearse
I heard there's a mass genocide of brain cells at the hands of herb
I'm kidding, I got no beef with the reefer, 'cept one hung-up
It's stunts your mind if you overdo it, I've lost a couple brothas
That's brothas of all color, it don't mean much to me, son
Got white brothas, black, both browns, even an Asian one
And that's the way it should be, but I guess that's all in due time
I do mind the stares, the hair touching, and the new kind
Of hate I get when I confess that I'm a rap artist
I guess I shouldn't stress, it's more or less on the run like Artest
Is this a test? That's what I ask myself
Like am I being trained?
I guess Neil Gaiman had it right, my dude, 'cuz life is like a game

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I'm in
Over my head, word to Mac, I'm back on my dime
My time is fleeting, passing like a dime
Or dime like passing game of mine
I try to stay humble, real & down to the grass
Clean too, but failing that, I hope to be dirty, not a mess
I've trespassed on the lawn of thought, philosophers set sprinklers
A wrinkle in time'll teach you all you need to know 'bout Murrays
So don't worry, light one if your nerves are worried
That's the only way we can talk since your sight is blurry
I'm talking fore-, you're talking hind-, this line is awful quirky
I'm awful murky, stay murking, yes God, I'm murdering
Condemnation exchanged for respect from these verses
You 'bout to clash with a titan, I hope your name is Perses
And I know that I can throw around the word 'thirsty'
But it applies, I stood up (DRANK) and now I'm 'bout to take the worst pee
On your career, 'cuz

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