RIP

I’m back in the game so pass me the rock

Dwayne Johnson on the mic spitting some RAW hip hop

 

Cheech and Chong up in smoke

Modern Day Michangelo I’m so baroque

 

I’m lost in my mind and I’ll never stop dreaming

Star in the making so I better start gleaming

 

bear on this tape, exposing my heart

there is no exit go ask descartes

 

Desperate for escape but this freedom is fleeting.

So back into my head I find myself retreating

 

If ignorance is bliss, why don’t I just pray?

Trying to find the light but was lead astray

 

How the world sees me is just all a lie

Smile on my face but its all a disguise

 

Getting deep in my psyche and this shit is raw

It busts your face open like Balboa Southpaw

 

sleepless nights caused by painful upbringing

Mixing pills with this drink, what the fuck was I thinking?

 

Mix a blunt with some pain add a touch of brilliance

I don’t really give a fuck if fuckers feel this

 

But now I’m taking out number 1, quarterback sack

I’m tenacious with D’s rhymes, shout out Jack Black

 

This is not rap that is an arbitrary distinction

I’m Walter White you’re just a Jesse Pinkman