dont adapt Lyrics

Given place to start, shop from other's carts

Grab what's smart, get stabbed over tarts

If you're make it than it's fate

Peace sign on stage

Show faith late detached from the rage

Break locks on the cage

Ishmael show the page

Burn down menagerie

After putting all the occupants on the ark

Can't see monuments when it's dark

Its just memory and love then

We kids in the playpen

Can't get nothing, that's cause no thing beholden

I give trust in, no spring go unnoted

Right on conch and it's coded

Consciously coldest

Sub-base, what I'm eating for notions

Run play, slash will in the motion

Just sweep then it's touchdown, I get tricky enough now

Get hit in my head, then I run along

Do another song, bounce another beat

You wanna wav form, or a mp3?

Got taste for em, yes sir, that's on me

Won't wait for him, no sir, no sir, that's not me

Get hit in my head, then I run along

Do another song, uh yeah bounce another beat

You want a wav form, or a MP3?

I got taste for em, yeah, that's on me

You wanna wait for him, no sir, no sirski

That's not me

Put it up to bounds, and the shit you'll find is locks

Went out on my rounds, only list I found is stocks

If I book it over sound, then the shh'll crown the crops

Took him off the mound, and I did it with a knock

They want me with a glick, like a dog you trained to sit

They said I was a hick, with a affliction from the glitz

Citizen a bit, but I'm foreign to the Knicks

Like the seventh inning stretch, wipe the sweat with my wits

Standing by the brick

Arm really bout to go

From a foot off a leg, it's a diabetes flow

That's a beaten soul, with the blood type O

The match for donation, they ain't even know

It was him who chose to went, you remember Nick Foles

In a contact sport

I was one with the goal

They won't repent, till they filt up with holes

Lies get spent, how them Cheerios sold

Get hit in my head, then I run along

Do another song, bounce another beat

You wanna wav form, or a mp3?

Got taste for em, yes sir, that's on me

Won't wait for him, no sir, no sir, that's not me

Get hit in my head, then I run along

Do another song, uh yeah bounce another beat

You want a wav form, or a MP3?

I got taste for em, yeah, that's on me

You wanna wait for him, no sir, no sirski

That's not me