[Verse 1]
I do hope that these letters are finding you well
If you poaching open medals or confined to a cell
If you studyin' Sanheim
And sippin' on fine wine
Or guzzlin' a cool brew, workin' the combines
And if your landlords kickin' you out
On your bu*tocks or the tax man cometh and he's strippin' ya house
Cause the dick still piss in a drought
And the boss still bully you and sh** in your mouth
Or your mad cause Madoff
Made off with the cash and your laid off
ba*tard its Adolf
Back in the rack attacking the wrong enemy we
Tit for tat and tatter the flag's pedigree
I do hope you find your serenity still
Seems the only option to you is surrender or k**
They do owe it to you to speak the truth on the hill
But I'd die respresentin' Bobby Kennedy's will
[Verse 2]
I do stress over sh** that is out of my hands
I do wish that I didn't but I doubt that I can
I do not know how to say Oc slow down
Need to eat, gimme beef, lock load blaow
Call me a neurotic but its not your sound
Its a sure thing, third string, double a verb swing
With with out on this train pro-nouns
(???)robotic when I lay flow down
((???)robotic when I lay flow down)
My payloads spray like a claymore round
Yep, that's wrapping a gift basket
For hip hop heads to laugh and kids gasp at
Peep through the cracks and see past that
Music of the people this is rap's chief a**et
Each pa**ionate last minute dash in it fashion it cash a keepin' his past in it
Free speech advocate
Now ya see it now ya don't
Poof
Like a magic trick
We group words gain ma** like an aggregate
There's more medicine in music than a lab rat's dish
[Verse 3]
I do keep my family close it's no secret
My prose frequent
(???) exposed weakness
When cold reaches
Those who would grow peaches
Dreams of the cream can freeze
Like a slow weekend
When your paychecks based on sales
And the goddamn NASDAQ train derails
I do need to move a couple thousand albums sure
But too many of ya lost your house or out of work
Ya pound the dirt
Took a look around and search
Somewhere in the city works bound to lurk
It's a bland landscape I stand around and clerk
And my damn manager sees me frown and smirks
But if I b**h about the system I'm crowned a jerk
Fall in, hut two son, look alert
You want pay, sell shoppers all this merch
When the name brand country lost its shirt, huh
What can I say that's business
But I don't have to act like I don't wanna stitch the bigwigs
I do transmit, submit a wishlist
The number one bullet is that listeners dig this