Fuck your walled in spit dimensions To fit in I, gotta show fitteds, be slow witted Ballin for attention, Haulin shit I’m rentin Just so I’m able to have labels Callin for my benchin Got no fake claims in ink, no great chains in links No weight gains from drink, But I do take aim at inc’s Who put up puppets who dub shit for club bitch Who’s fame claim is “I’m a dream Who Obama seen as a foreign economy” I take shits with better sounds Fuck how your berretta grounds, my vendetta hounds So I buck then tuck in, slam the door shut and Embed a clown under redder grounds Fuck that my mind is Aquinas During the dark ages Goal to mark pages that my heart glazes But with no ears to hear, its art wasted, I still hark rage this Is not how I want to illuminate, so I’ll spill booms ‘n bass Doom your fate cause all you talk is kill, shrooms, and hate I like to think saying what matters gets my pockets fatter Now in reality salary be the only mentality That powers be instillin in fake villians and sour gs While cowards see record sales despite hecklor’s mail And directors veil what wreck whore feel For a rap vid that vexed, bored, failed Scan fads for the next sure trail So fat cats stack and don’t perplex more males And whack tracks avoid trash pails I could join em and talk how I hold my heat to moles in streets Wanna control the weak but still molded by tweaks Follow regs with hollow heads that grow old in weeks Should I do what I’m told to speak?