Dope with no apologies
Im posted piping pot in parking lots of private properties
Packs of passing stoners giving props to me
My posse be
Laughing ashing bashing on your policies
That box in ya' home got a lock on your dome
You are now tuned into a god with some thoughts of his own
Broadcasting live through analog
Try to tag along
Youll never catch the tetragrammaton
I manifested as lonely chap
Traversed the zodiac many times in this bony sack
Then attack with the rhyme revolution
It wont be televised or in news print stupid
The masses sleep walk but dream lucid
And never realize what the truth is
Too busy chasing nickel plated Moose
And funny coloured papers