It's the return of the 20th century, already feel like we should've left it be. With the hoods and cops, the good's been got, yeah this dude's boombox ain't what it's meant to be. This ain't what heaven be, no 10-4 that's a 7-3. You promised New York City, but this is bumass Schenectady 

Not like my dumb ass was meant to be anything but a slum rat anyways. I get a bum rap but you're the same as me, didn't think shit would happen if I came in peace. Can I get your food like the maitre d': can I make it too like I'm catering to major crowds? This space allows a fading sound to stay around until your ears's ring,

I swear to God it's the weirdest thing. I rock a whole lot of Jesus bling, I'm talking crosses and a Yeezy chain; ice so damn frosty imma freeze again. Gotta block that breeze again, and start holding my sneezes in; chapped lip skin's already razor thin and I don't need them to bleed again. 

Got caught in the wrong millennium, knocked off the swing of the pendulum. On rainy days there's nothing the same as playing a rough game of Cranium. You get what I'm saying then? Sometimes when you're staying in tell your friends to bring their friends or your girlfriend's girl's friend's girlfriends. 

All talk at the surface, ain't bought because it's worthless; ain't shot but his nerves is, ain't not one man deserve this. 

Got caught up in the headlights like a deer when he gets caught dead to rights. There's no reason to be scared of heights: light headed is better than a head tight. That's better than a sad night; ain't been the same since her Gram died; that was like 1985 back when I was still working 8-5s. 

Who would rather be dead than stay alive? I've been getting that bread for a little while. Hi, my name is Ken, I'm with Citadel; do not pass go, go straight to jail. He's rich as hell better raise the bail. I slipped and fell trying to chase my tail. I slipped and fell trying to get my mail; another credit card bill and a rusty nail

20th Century Rat

If we don't sink then we float on by, float on by; stoned on life, these hoes don't cry. 
Wait I'm thinking pimps don't cry, like Knicks don't lie; if it's all right then we'll drift on by. Can we lift it up on high? Watch the sky then come on by for a real fun time.

Sometimes I grab life by the kite strings, might slice me but I'll bite back with all of my teeth. Had some pipe dreams, woke up and I was drowning; sounding like I'm waterlogged but I will not sink


I tell you that is all we can hope for 


If we don't sink then we float on by, float on by: still so dry because we kill no time. I've heard ignorance is bliss but not like this, I learned missionary sex in Bangladesh. I turned out and flipped the script just to bobble some heads. I burned out when I was six, go and sob on the bed

Or just keep nodding your head, or just follow your friends or just follow yourself til the night begins. That's what everyone says, I'mma control myself til the night ends


Float On By

It's DJ Cash Cab back with a flash bang. No I ain't got Tab, but I got some cold Tang. Something to quench your thirst after a hard day; I should've mentioned first but it's already too late. I had some Kool-Aid in the refrigerator: Oh yeah, but guess who paid for the renovating? Dude burst through my wall like the son of Satan. We're all mostly made of water, so we're our own Kool-Aid man. 

Why would I say that? So controversial yet so laid back; very observant, hope you found your way back. I'm from the future but I'm trying to go way back; the feelings mutual, find the needle in the haystack. I need to do something to free myself of brain damage; stains can't erase that easy, brain waves are flat. Maintain a status quo to know the flow of what your pain is at


Kool-Aid Man

Yo who's in there throwing up? That sounds alarming; juice is still flowing out here at 6 in the morning. Sick of being boring, I kicked a piece of cornbread into a sleeping giant's forehead; true story. I know four heads sounds better than two because two heads is better than one, but truth spares no expense in the light of the sun. Who stares so intense at the sight of the sun?

Loose hair is just a fence to the light of the sun. "Au pair" is an expensive goodbye to my son, "O'Ver" to let you know that my time it is done. Hope there are no regrets when I'm Saigon; sayonara I ain't mean to leave my light on. Marijuana I ain't mean to leave my vibe on, Michelle Obama texted me from her iPhone; just messing on ya she can't text me from my phone

Type 1001001 yo, that's some binary code primarily known by computer coders and FLOTUS, but I ain't even notice. Suppose for just a second the president's controlling ya, call it Baracknaphobia. 

God I miss Obama
A Salaam Alaikum
We Alaikum Salaam


I Miss Obama

Ain't we got enough problems to be working on? Say what you want just make sure that you're certain huh, these days gotta be careful of your wording huh? With these wages, certainly hope that you're earning more. Three pages in and you're already learning more, replace this in any event and your opinion is more valid out of the fact that you've taken in info to learn more. Establish a dirt floor that happens to turn gold.

We're living in a golden age: that's what they say. Who's they? And why do we care what they say anyway?

Bold and brazen, we hold for change like the cavemen drawing shit in caves about things trying to chase them. No one can save em, we're the same now and then: allow me to argue a case in my favor that I should have said less. How many people gone insane because they stayed stressed? You really gonna say both of our names in the same breath? Had to break both your piggy banks for my paycheck, made back money: Maybach money say it again 


Free Speech/Paid Ads

One more time til we catch up

One more time til we catch up

One more more crime til we mess up

One more dime til we fess up


Floating on, storm is gone; we holding strong: word is born. Your worth is more, the world is yours. Don't you adore this new Couture? I wasn't sure it'd even fit. I guess I'm more a hypocrite, I'm getting bored with little shit; if less is more, I'm dealing it. 


Rest assured I'm feeling lit, sexy morning sleeping in. The bench is warm, I need a hit; pretend I'm strong to steal some shit. Pretend I'm on some silly shit, pretense is gone from ignorance. Freelance a poem for fifty cents, Romancing the Stone in Michigan. 


I can't stand to do the things I like;
I can't land these wings took me too high. 
Different situations might arise, 
But I can't tell you how to live your life



Word Is Born

Hallelujah, caught me blue handed; copped new fruit now I'm making smooth jams in the middle of a food famine. Dude's jamming with open cabinets and spamming them with fancy things. 

No chance, pardon my French; I'm so obscene. There's no intent in the things that you think I mean; solely intended to be misunderstanded, not even the Queen's English has a handle on me.

Even though I'm seen leaving Buckingham Palace around 11 PM, just fucking around like a houseguest. Begin my round-trip to the South-West, then get kicked out and come back round like an outcast;

Certainly not my proudest moment, but if we allow those to define us we're reminded of a lack of control. What happened to no? I happen to know the last thing to go is the cracks in the floor.

I think someone's at the door: oh yeah it's her, we had some fun at the show but I think I'm gonna ignore. Immoral like when I bring the bass back; I'm mortal like I'm born from 8 tracks. Kinda bored, I'll take a break from late naps; oh you bastards want more? Yeah here's a late tip: the cracks in the floor are the last ones laid in, the last to go and the most to crack more




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