Jak Tripper - Pardon The Problem lyrics

[Jak Tripper] As the sun kisses the lake Yo I'm Oliver broke, picking at pocket wool I turn Earth on the track, I put in farm work Oxen wool, I got a locker full I'm a cloud forest, I put smoke in the trees til my crib tropical Acidics topical, abominable Joints sop with rocket fuel Bars horn locking bulls like Ecuadorian matadors spearing oxen skulls You rock a full set trip We set seizure, virulent Caught the hanging red fever These fans ain't royalty, a blessed dealer They lizards f**ing in the desert Them snakes are egg eaters My state of grace, drinking haterade In the hater ticker-tape parade I don't work sanitation but you can see me cough in trash like Flava Flav Famous play (I don't know) Pardon the problem, pardon the problem. I'm part of the problem, pardon the problem...... [The bu*tress] Make it through to lie down in green pastures I missed the floor and ??, I don't wanna It's not right, these places are wild and most likely not probably for life Just the suffering Looking for sustenance in the night I been practicing, weaving bars upon bars into the most beautiful of yarn tapestries And practically a genius in this sh**, only 26 but can spit Like I was born in BC century the fifth I'm just trying to sit without fidgeting To watch myself on the big screen TV like what did she say There's no way, that's never been done before While I guess that is not before today (There are cases which cannot be overdone by language, and this is one.) What does that mean? (By perseverance and fortitude we have the prospect of a glorious issue; by cowardice and submission...) What does that mean though? (...the sad choice of a variety of evils...) I don't know. (...a ravaged country — a depopulated city — habitations without safety, and slavery without hope.) [in the parenthesis are excerpts from Thomas Paine's The Crisis]