It's that old school boom bap defibrillator

Been cooco long before I left the incubator

Came a long way from losing at shoots and ladders

I just want to f*ck and get high, but mainly the latter

Ask me about my personality, it's a disorder

Went from happy hour to I want this to be over

At what point, when will I be hopping

But no longer hip when I'm rapping

I'm a pending tombstone but luckily what I rap about isn't fools gold

Fuck writers block, this is ad hoc

My life is macabre

I'm so couch locked

Off the dome like call of duty

We are the remnants of the stoned apes theory

People forget their roots entirely

It's apparent most these artists are just parrots

Academy award goes to these actors making music

Cruise control bitch, candid as it gets

This comes easily 'cause I'm not making up s**t

When I'm not high I am off pitch

Plead the fifth 'til I cease to exist

Used to do card tricks three card monte type s**t

Card mechanic, sometimes I disassociate and become catatonic

Other times I can't sit still no matter if I wanted

Guess to some people I'm outlandish

People always judgin', reachin', leechin', seekin' attention

I'm not scared to merk a person

I'll cross a motherfucker out like it's bingo

I'm a lunatic gringo, psilocybin albino

Disintegrated my ego

If I die, we both go

Tryna destroy these thoughts not myself though

Now suddenly 'cause I got attention

People got their hands out tryna fish for dinero

But I'm the type break your marrow

Leavin' you more broke than you came

I'm trying to ascertain symmetry

Have an affinity for apathy

When it comes to my wrath I am petty

Goddamit why'd the beat have to stop

I was kinda on a roll, shit, you know what I mean?

Listen, keep it going

I am the oops they couldn't undo

Most the time I hear the words, how are you

They really meant, hi, bye, nice to meet you

Rarely hear the words, I love you

Used to think my only source of joy came from a kilo or a needle

A lot of what comes outta people's mouths is fecal

Keepin' my head on a swivel

Analytical, open minded, vision isn't just tunnel

So elated they granted William Leonard Pickard clemency

I'm not superstitious but I feel like I manifested that honestly

In the meadows I walk gloomy in the midst of the negative talk

Fuck the nod it will blitz your whole squad

Seeing visual aesthetic like a koi pond

It's okay to admit when you're wrong

So many things in my life are gone

Gotta hit the bong thought my past was water under the bridge

But the trauma makes me wanna fuckin' binge

After a while it can get tiring being a fiend and frying

Seem calm on the outside but chaotic on the inside

Corpses 40 hands

That Junkyard steppa, risk taker, pep in my step motherfucker

Sometimes I'm lackin' stamina

Fuck these child ass motherf*cker

Actin' like they still got the pacifier

Like Friedrich, Nietzsche

I'ma be ya teacher

Dosing shrooms like a golden teacher

Straight to the topic like Occam's razor or whatever

Fuck being a people pleaser

I already put my coins in

So I guess I'ma finish this game then

Fuck the fake interaction

Before a person asks for a favor or a transaction

Luckily I'm not spewing ipse dixit, I'm a sceptic

Yeah I find it plausible for there to be cause to this

But it's definitely caustic

'Cause if there was a big bang something had to of banged it

But if they exist then they'll have to beg for my forgiveness

My brain feeling like a parallax

Going on a trip like DMT from the gland

I come from an era

Way before social media

Fuck propaganda, mute the media

We're grasping at straws for a full proof remedy

People shouldn't be locked in cages for smokin' tree

Or tryin' live oppression free

We got rapists gettin' off scott free

With that being said humanity needs lsd

No one is born with racial bigotry

That s**t is taught

But not love

Open your mind or not

I'm a Boom bap

EMT

This beat be the gurney

Resuscitating rap lyrically

Fuck corruption 'til the death of me

And I guess the rest is history