(Hook) (This that Slammu (x2)) [Verse 1: Croosh] I'm writing whatever my mind conceives/ Complicated imagination you wouldn't believe/ The contractor for building a team of cohorts/ Cooked up recipes, copped ingredients of all sorts/ Consciously, you couldn't come next to my level/ Spent careless nights where we reveled/ I revealed an instinct that out shown the rest/ Properly invested, now who won test/ No excess, we trimmed the fat off/ To those who came before me, I tip my hat off/ Glad to laugh off of what seems to be a bad cough/ Don't stay sad lost, find something great at not such a bad cost/ Egads if your superior is acting like a rad boss/ They need something greater that will add but for you it's a mad loss/ Just brush it out, be what your about/ Focus on self and make sure to forget the doubt/ (Hook) (This that Slammu (x2)) [Verse 2: Croosh] That power increases with your blood flow/ Don't look slumped over and dumb slow/ Productive, lead as the example or don't/ Decisions that you think will effect the world won't/ Not with an attitude that resides in the dumpster/ In the end, all of us want a slice of that munster/ Remember though to keep the pa**ion as a whole/ Rewrite the hieroglyphic under the adapted glow/ I reacted to the radio and what it plays constant/ Nonchalant, the public grabs your brain and taunts it/ It says you need certain amenities that you need not/ And they feed your brain in a pigs feed trough/ Know the boundaries don't exist in blind infatuation/ You can complete anything with this creation/ Blatantly I evoke and provoke out of spite/ No need to be on edge like the serrated side of a knife/