The Forest (For the Trees)
I’m going to try and do this justice, Hope you got your speakers up to an audible level
Shit just got real, now I’m the mother fucker to take over
Watch me run this shit, like motherfucking Imodium ad
(In the background or DJ Cut) …Drop the fucking snare

Grew up with no money, so I was raised to stay hungry
And since I’m always broke, nobody will ever front me
There’s a mark on my back, everybody wants to hunt me
They can’t see my talent, turning nothing into something
If I stay at the level that I’m on right now
What the fuck ya’ll gonna do when I break new ground
Dude, said you gotta turn that fucking bass down
But I was made in the 80’s so I love that bass sound
I got dreams that would light up the whole night sky
Working, Number One on my list, Being that guy
Funeral apparel when I come thru, black tie
That way if they get me, you know I’m ready to die
Ready to fly, but can’t afford a plane ticket
Main mistress, keeps complaining about the same business
I hate kissing ass, and I hate ass kissing
So don’t start kissing my ass cause I won’t listen
I’m hoe tripping, hoes listen, if you won’t fucking move for me
Then I’m a leave you hoes limping, and hoes missing
I been working for years trying to get into your ears
Proctologist for those who don’t like me, stick it in there rear
Most can say they dope, but they never touched a needle
Me, I’m like Clorox, too much and I’m lethal
But just the right amount and I’ll clean you
Get you to work next week, so you can go smoke with your people’s
There’s a lot I need to do, get my ass in a steeple
I’m a big fan of religion, not so much of the preachers
I always have a thing for falling for teachers
Maybe I wanna fuck those who gonna end up fuck our future leaders
Light a cig in the restaurant while I got my fucking mask on
While I’m double park in the handicapped spot, this shouldn’t last long
Who wanna stop me, my only fucking question
Please, oh please someone come teach me a lesson
Bigger fish to fry, then you little dick cocksuckers
I learned at an early age that life is 90 percent struggle
But people don’t want you, they want your butter
If you gotta say some hard shit, you better do it subtle
I spent my whole life being the kid that was left out
The kid who was picked on, accused of being methed out
And as crazy as this sounds, maybe I was just stressed out
Maybe it was weed smoke I held in my chest now
Juggling real life, for a spot in the spot light
Blow up real quick, and marry me a hot dyke
The name that should be on the edge of your lips is Kronkite
The same guy that’ll fuck that emo bitch until she dress right
Waving the .45 in the middle of a knife fight
My mind’s right, all these other people crazy
Wonder will I ever be Number one like Jay Z
But then I realize really all I want is for you to play me

Hundred and one pills I took all at light speed
Fuck the DJ’s and whoever don’t like me
If you have a fucking problem with me, fight me
Get the cops involved, all he’ll do is cite me
At that time, I could only ask why me
Dirty little secret, why you wanna hide me
I’ll be right on time, go ahead and time me
I’m looking in the sky for the cloud with a silver lining
Stressing over testing, not one of them I’m failing
But when I have a needed an answer, you said results need mailing
Telling the truth is so much easier in the booth
I feel like I can come in, sit down, and just let loose
They say I need the right angle, and I’m stuck in obtuse
I looked in the eyes and said you trying to be a… a… acute?
No sweetness over here, homie don’t play that
Rick Ross-in’ over here, homie don’t maybach
Am I thinking about the future, maybe I shouldn’t say that
But lets be real honest, who the fuck is gonna hit play back
Calling on the Lord cause I need him now
Talking 3rd person, I say relieve him now
Ever since he came in, its been beats gone wild
Verses filled with curses, yeah, Nino Brown
The only fucking dude that’s the talk of the town
But still fucking hungry cause I don’t own the crown
I’m a keep it on Indy labels cause I love the new sound
I’ve been hired by the pound to put all you mutts down
Name one listener who isn’t instantly a fan
I can’t name one person, who didn’t say I was the man
I love what you doing, keep doing you fam
Running on adrenaline, tell ‘em to turn on the fans
Tank Abbot never had any extensive training
Look at that fat fuck, he made it famous
Beats for Krosswordz, while I’m making songs for the ages
I got a new pair of cleats, and I’m tying up the laces
I’m on advanced while your stuck on the basics
Who is Walter Kronkite, the Best Pat Sajack
The very best at what I do, just ask any body
Put me in front of a mike and I’ll body anybody
The very best at what I do, just ask everybody
Put me in front of a mike and I’ll drop everybody
Dishonor everybody