I’m use to this music it’s proven To give villains a movement I use hip hop like a pill that I’m using Ya have to be screwed up to do it And not have a single lucid thought I’m stupid Oh and awe shock value are new things to a truant The colors on the flag are the truest But just the red that’s where it’s the bluest The stars in the sky at night where I’m shooting And anything less than perfect is working a shift you not use to your fluent In body language and new shit New shoes new phone new home bitch who this I’m on some cool shit It helps to consume it Hollywood hooligan and I’m proud of it But it’s the whole heart of the town I covet Im from the block of hard Knox I hang around clowns in public I assume you to be a stiff if you judging And I salute the troops but I don’t make it news or something I make a habit of playing hooky and I think money is the route to nothing But misery and insecurity and in the gloom I plummet A thousand feet down still come up while I’m pursuing the summit I stomach ya If I didn’t ya be bug food I’d cover ya Up in the dirt an upper cut to the gut I’m bumping thugs and harmony I hustle hard I’m running stuff I’ve summoned the beast I’m unleashing hell well it’s all fair where the fairy dust dwells Where the merriments held Where I’m staring down the barrel of forty five shells