Rot too slow, you might as well decompose
While I unload & compose the lyrical genius I hold
I sold X, pop, pill & blow, in hurricane tsunami & snow
The only sights I saw were underneath the street light glow
And all I know is how to go, leave and disappear to only reappear when I hear a cypher is near
I stear in a unknown direction I reckon if I got stimulation & motivation for meditation
Collect stars and make a collection of constellations
Aliens start there invasion
Aliens start there invasion
Putting pressure on the game, yeah
Money and fame look the same, yeah
This guy want a piece of the f*cking pie? F*ck sake! What about the man who bakes the cake
I work work work day by day
I swerve on the curve to get away
Out of the grey and gritty big city, its a bit shitty dim witted get pitty
And yet my feet on the ground while I'm walking around with my head in the cloud
And I'm not coming down & I'm not coming down