[Verse 1: LostPoet] Boo, I couldve gave you the last half of the bubba But sometimes I can be a hard head nukka Besides I'm somewhat of husta Tunnel vision - self destructive Swinging nunchuku despite my belt color Plus i like to wake & bake in the early Keep it with me like a surfer do hurley - And do it big! For power sometimes you gotta do dirty True it ain't all purty - but its all essential I went from stick figure beats to pixar under my speech Said they'd "stand by me", but I only found a leech Whats a anchor, when it pull the ship down 2 sink? Gotta get that sh** up outta my clothes cuz it stink Folks mingle cuz they single on the verge of breakin' I dont use brakes, when its time 2 merge - keep skatin' I thought it was only rock, seem these n***as found satan Maybe marketing, maybe a small sect of the mason Rap is complacent, i mean blacks complacent Revolutionaries got comfortable paper chasin Save face, before you loose face young as-sa-sin They neutralize the black voice and got us all waitin' For the next coming, while the dark arts summoned Seems like you fall for anything if you dont stand for something