Do you believe it? Oh shit no he's serious Peer in his window just to hear him because every syllable is like taking aim and they missed-here-he-ous Dodging and ducking, Oregon football pace in this Pair of J's dont mean shit to me if I cant afford the laces So I'll take these places in Chuck Taylor's till they break and tear and shit But I'm running a race so dont catch me tripping on my face and shit I'm elated, shit, fucking the phases in half till I've misplaced each plan but they were packed away Just in case, just in case you and your mouth wanna pose a threat You better know I'm the end of a hose that flow, not the one taking it in the end Im at peace again, ain't getting fucked by the game, instead I'm a pro instead Get it in your head or I'll force it it Fuck being appropriate I've got too many coats I'm this closet to not collect my runoff when I break a sweat My agent said, shit I ain't got an agent yet No one to tell.me when I'm supposed to take a break so I'll snap like led Man I'm in Adromada pay homage im above your head I'm not satisfied till I punish death For taking it's time with me but I'll just nut up and be a legend yet I ain't hung yet so let's make unrest till the sun sets If he ain't skinny Jean's than you know he ain't the best Till I replace the definition of success with a picture of my tongue and the whole dictionary is what he said And the thesaurus wept