I got the mental capacity To rap for the entire life By the fire fueled by The eye of desire; Mystical, fickle Flicking up fiction by Gripping my sickle Sticking into pickles That come with the biggah picture Ooo, riding high on the ripples First I admire the [climb?] But then retreat Due to cyclical bickering between The voice in my head And all this love [that I've been fed?] My people, do you call this living Or are you living dead? Am I the only soul holding On hope and [naturalness?] Fed up with the get ups Addicted to sonic [thoughts?] And [leather number two?] Mumbling humbly with bubble gum Stuck under my shoe; So attached on this mother With these motherf**in' bumblers Droppin' the ball 'stead of tryin' to see they name on the wall Disappointing all who are involved Devolving on and walking tall As if Stephen Hawking's talking 'bout nothing at all Let me tell ya (simultaneously:) A, B, C, D, E, F, G, 7, repeat x4 Is it just my i-ma-gi-nay-tion Or is this life As crazy as it seems?
Oh, this must be a dream Some day I will [come by a star?] And wake up while The clouds are far behind me I'll travel the world like [?] Way above the chimney tops That's where you'll find me Limitless dimensions I defend my ascension Like advantageous rage On pages [ripped?] at conventions Thereby establishing the new realm To be explored Good food and education our only things we can afford But are the main concern Gotta be healthy and learn about the history Tomorrow should be the only mystery Because here in the land of the peasants We love the gift of life of now And that is why we call it the present In essence, we are confused, alone, and abused; Accepting the perception that we have nothing to lose But what is to gain If from lessons you abstain? All pain, no change in the game Let me tell ya' (simultaneously:) A, B, C, D, E, F, G, 7, repeated I whip my hair back n' forth I whip my hair back n' forth I whip my hair back n' forth I whip my hair back n' forth I whip my dreads back n' forth