[Verse 1: The Nov]:
Following the light something like a Vanna White
Given pieces of the puzzle up to you to get it right
Wanna win gotta spin, if you're lucky do it twice
The consonants are free but every vowel comes with a price
Married to a vice and the dreams they might entice
Pick ya favorite, all the same, they only differ in device
Put your cards on the table, pull the lever, roll the dice
Gambling with each decision but the payoffs gone suffice
Not a lie to say I'm nice...yea I'm the truth
Let you see me taking off I built a runway in the booth
Plus a camera crew to take a flick of my departure
With animated arrogance I'm so like Sterling Archer
Catch me rolling marijuana with a chick as bad as Lana
A little half and half I call that an Arnold Palmer
The coolest n***a ever, couldn't sweat it in a sauna
Teen Spirit in the sky don't you rain on my Nirvana
It's like the Dalai Lama taking Buddha to the temple
A couple repetitions my complexity is simple
Acapellic versions that could serve as instrumentals
Beating to my own drum also serving as the cymbal
Look what I've a**embled built a building no facades
Take the highest point and see the view that it provides
Sometimes you get the picture see it's part of a collage
Most the time you get the picture see it's part of mirage
You look for an oasis where reality's deserted
You tell em not to judge you bet they come back with a verdict
Welcome to the circus gotta watch out for the clowns
No paint over they faces but still easily they found
Along with lion tamers fighting danger for respect
As for me it's the trapeze, flying high without a net
d**h is at my neck for the sake of entertainment
And as the tent folds see we back at this arraignment
Popular opinion is the court in which we're sittin
Where every prosecutor might just serve as a defendant
I'm just a lonely plaintiff with no lawyer for protection
Sustaining on my own, find no need to raise objections
Periods with sentences, never raise a question
Stay silent where I stand to avoid the misconceptions
Doesn't really matter I'm just plottin on perfection
And coming up with ways to see successes in succession
My life's a motion picture looking for the right direction
With no Christopher Nolan, all alone with this inception
Put something heavy on you hope it makes a good impression
Solid where I stand though I don't deal in concessions
But off of what I'm offering get a plate for the collections
I'm serving food for thought, send a waiter to your section
But he'll give you a tip and hope you score off the deflection
Immaculate receptions, no priest for these confessions
It's just a hall of mirrors with my various reflections
With age we all progress I hope it's coming with progression
25 is sublime, seeing 30 is a blessing...
Coming where I'm from you'll see more funerals than weddings
But that's the game of life if you don't like it change the settings
Or get a cheat code to go and use at your discretion
No matter how you play it bra, pick up that controller
The urge to hit reset but it ain't over til it's over
Just remember what I told ya...get it...got it
And I don't know the future not a psychic not a prophet
I'm floating like a bu*terfly, stinging like Muhammad
Try to win inside the ring but keep them Kings from out ya pocket...Nov