(Sam Boice verse) ... Ball with the ball ally oop bang bang I been scoring with the rock since they pop slang cane Still the same game this the drop box project Low floor on the high rise my mind get Tired of the jabber jaws got to progress Stressed blaze sess let it rest yes yes yall Moving forward like this sentence or Game of the board take a chance make it raw Till them ears get sore Bleed This was always for the people who adore the words Let em read can't you see its teach over preach Mix it with a little peace At the end of the day we all get what we need believe I'm a lion with the mane Seeing zebras in the land Get the f** up out the way What's a predator to prey when I'm hungry nothing Eat ya like consumption Coming from the dungeon I been summoned by the Ouija board Smoking green like Luigi sports Eating Wheaties what I need these for I'm eating horns that the devil stores Form storms when the records on Cla** bringing order court in now adjourn What you here for you need more I'm spiritual I take the spirit that you form When the soul in ya eyes gone My eyes low High from the weed smoke I go by floating like a f**ing boat I'm so high look down on the ozone Who am I Cla** working pro bono Drop Box you ain't f**ing with it go ahead and die slow