they call me officer weese I'll cuff ya bitch and put her down on her knees let her suck up what's been left behind certain things you will never find let the words flow with an imperial mind gravitational lyrics I keep em burried inside an ancient burial alien tomb I designed my material carrys vanerial I'd be alive if I let my soul keep fire but change is a part of life and if it's fake I swear to gods little devil on his shoulder that I aint gonna wait even though I don't feel shit flowing causing ocean waves I reel em in I'm going fishing it's kind of a windy day my competition can swallow all of the words they say I don't even know what to think oh yeah snap back into a murderous rage no help from my boy pack it right like back in the day Busch light had me up in a daze cuz those were some days ago long elevated I'm the captain of my ship I never lose my shit today is the day I can pave a new way to be able to play put the fake in ur face blow on the cartridge before you try to start shit lava type heart with the arc lose your mind in the dark see the region I keep it marked idk what's going on with noahs arc thought about complaining then I seen a silver car full of individuals start to release my pressure learned how to keep my temperature under the weather