[ Featuring DJ Przm ]
Coolzey will say a wicked rhyme
Just in the nick of time
If I could choose a different life
I'd still be picking mine
Don't play the chords of fame
Not the reason that I came
I came to light it up
Cnd put some season in the game
This is it this is not a mirage
This is the real thing
Laying down my flavor for the people in the building
Kali bring the drama
I'm going to do my best to rise above
People don't believe me
Because sometimes I must disguise the love
It's all about you
It's your world and you know that
This is brand new not a hip hop throwback
Go back to when you was a child
Keep the innocence
Don't let it suck your soul
Chasing dreams of a picket fence
I can testify you're a candidate for death
Hold your breath
You never know how many days that you have left
So what you going to do
Sit around and act depressed
I'd rather wild out and get this shit off of my chest
So I can open it up and take a look at myself
Because a day where I'm smiling
That's the essence of wealth
Oddly enough your comeradery sucks
Because you're f*cking with my life
I think you're taking too much
I got people that are down to roll
But don't be having any pull
I can feel the drain on my god damned soul
You should be ashamed of yourself
Don't be a virus
Feeding on your host without reciprocating
Biting hands
Snap crackle pop
If you think Zach'll stop
Then you must be smoking dust
While you try and tackle cops
I smack my chops then I tilt back my hops
I'd like to thank the lovely people
Who all bought and smoked my crops
Now take a lesson from your pops and settle down
Before you end up like your grandpops hops
Cnd end up deaded underground
We headed underground
We got your children
Took them while you left
You should have been looking where you stepped
In the face of death that's when I love you the most
It's the faces of death
I got froze up in the presence of God again
Shot my wad again
Showed up to the party like a dirty drunken sod again
Chasing Dionysus
Still working on my thesis with a passion
Starts to wear upon me after a fashion
Lose all the fat off my ass and bones
I'm still healthy
Long at I got my MP I'm still wealthy
Knock Stellas back
Eat a spoonful of pot butter
Tell motherf*ckers to speak up when they mutter
Utter butter phrases
Slave to the moon's phases
My beloved rugged f*ck it
How I love to sing your praises
The black flag raises
The black bag opens
Cs the zipper closes I'm still smoking
It's a bad omen
I lob spit to heads ready or not
Whether my aim is steady or not
You better be wearing hunter's orange
So as not to catch a stray buckshot
Because I don't know where I'm going
Throwing the rotation of the planet off its axis
I haven't paid taxes for years
Your worldly fears are hilarious to me
What's scariest to me
Is dead Japanese women crawling down staircases
Tearing faces off of skulls
In the face of death that's when I love you the most
It's the faces of death