15 dollars and 35 cents I'm a drink away from a spiritual experience Rhythm section and a beat up microphone I keep it under control God knows but he just aint tellin I've been down by law from Fort Hill to McClelon But I gave up all that sh** long ago There's more to life than just screwing up you know So I hit that mic like a lyrical mopar Judge jury and executioner Radio keeps playing but I aint listening Got a drum kit set up in the corner of the kitchen I'm just rocking steady while the system broadcasts lies I'm not getting compromised. Comin through in that basement style I'm gonna kick down the walls in that basement style.