The Bongos keep the percussion glued to form substance
Grip tight to your life others try to swipe don't fumble it
But seems Mr. Yin and Miss Yang conspired to be
Cousin Karma's always watching Tupac said we all Bleed
The formula's a mixture
Paint a perfect picture
Can't have aces all the time with patience you're the Victor
And is Age just a number
We make mistakes and blunders
But nowadays with one Slip they wish to take you Under
The Blimp flies in clear skies above weird guys
Do you Fear Lies Or Necessary Evil for Disguise
Trying to live in Equal Times on Planet Earth I stress
Now who's with me all you have to do is say yes
We're living in history time is passing Quickly
You think it's liberating when I think they won't miss me
And would you please pinch me I think I may be dreaming
Call me Mr. Friedman that's what they teach in Cleveland
Scheming on beats the
Mic booth likes to make you face life's truths
Better stay Astute or build a long list of Oops
Yet experience is Def the Best Teacher
Echo through the hall in your brain ill Reverb
I'm seeking and freaking the funk
And I'm beating the chumps
And I'm bringing the ruckus I can't get enough
Stuffing Turducken
I am not bluffing Love me some Professor Clump
The sum of its parts holds no candle to the whole
Do you agree with Synergy Or would you rather be on your own
Making sure my pen works is there a way to defend Dirk
I learned you're not my friend so now we don't have to pretend Jerks
Because without honesty the environment is trepid
I'm on to you I hope you're on to me, we've lost connection
No time for manipulation in twenty seventeen
Nor your evil feeble deceitful persuasion
Better hope you can contain him
Better hope you can contain me
I set the pace put on my game face so angry