[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