Shits more manageable when we spit from the mandible,
man's jaw to the floor because your words are maleable,
when you're heated acting on your animal instints,
unfathamable and distinct,
but follow and fathom taking a trip to your inner-cavern,
out of the tavern making a stopry for those that never had em,
average Adam grab an apple ain't never had em,
we spit fire like your inner-dragon,
raise your lantern stand tall like Samson,
the Deity with the golden delivery,
evoke transparency,
freedom and chains in a synergy,
don't pay attention to fore-fathers of liberty,
to make a milli,
without selling your soul,
is about as likely as the Mayan prophecy of the ending,
unless time was bending,
then the past better listen to the message that I'm sending.

And I'm getting on way,
getting on my way. (x2)

In your stand like lemonade,
understand where the money's made,
upperhand on your brother's game,
outstanding you got fame,
the family went when you went insane,
I remain on the outside looking inside,
like many of the poorerst out there with souls still alive,
but the pressure is applied,
demand supplies cos the excess,
is the next step,
to wreck out laboratpory like Dexter's,
the lexicon freed to the world like an ex-con,
every song is written to be the best one,
and when it comes down to the mental,
we all programmed to take steps so sequential,
the formula I be appalled at ya,
the more of ya inspire us to bring the fall of ya,
never in awe of ya,
like a great landscape that said no the man man man!

And I'm getting on way,
getting on my way. (x2)

You know me,
my baby. (x5)