[Verse 2: Black Thought]
Between the greenhouse gases
And earth spinnin' off its axis
Got Mother Nature doin' backflips
The natural disasters; it's like 80 degrees in Alaska
You in trouble if you not an Ona**is
It ain't hard to tell that the conditions is drastic
Just turn on the telly, check for the news flashin'
How you want it bagged: paper or plastic?
Lost in translation or just lost in traffic?
Yo I don't wanna floss; I done lost my pa**ion
And I ain't trying to climb; yo, I lost my traction
They makin' me break
My contents under pressure do not shake
I'm workin' while the boss relaxin'
Here come Mr. Taxman
He leavin' a fraction, give me back some
Matter fact, next paycheck, it's like that, son
I'll mess around and have to hurt a few men
They probably chalk it up as a disturbing new trend