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[intro: stephen baldwin – “half baked”]
get me a toilet paper roll, a corkscrew, and some tinfoil
“we don’t have a corkscrew.”
alright, then get me an avocado, an ice pick, and my snorkel
trust me bro …

[verse 1: inqwesson]
hey yo, if god willing, my godzilla style will never stop illing
and i’ve walked a million miles now without feeling sh-t
rock diligent. my militants move against criminal cops, they k!lling kids
shot in the face for less than pot dealerships
the ones out in the block possessing hot dividends
seems society’s fine with non-civil sh-t
two thousand and something, racism still exists
better close your door, and don’t deal with it.’
we got uzis for troops, and school’s ill-equipped
that’s barbaric. my heart’s tearing
apart while y’all staring
it’s all fair in love and war? f-ck this!
funny how the one’s making the war don’t know what love is
if money rules this world, then i’m barely making my budget
just saying satan can suck it! throw two in the sky, like antenna
that a’int a peace sign, it’s a “v” for vendetta

[verse 2: face valyou]
(we adapt, we adapt)
some hearts pumping with nitrogen, cold as winter in “n” “y”
leave you french-fried, but i’ma’ get by, and then some
manifest fun. no sweat son
stay breathing even if it’s only through my left lung
f-ck if i can’t afford it
locate resources within my orbit
watch me work sh-t gorgeous
the same force that leave your man hemmed, could make a plan stem
it don’t stop, not even where that land ends
no country for old men. so catch me if you can
with just my hand and a pen, i transcend
flex and let plans bend, we’re full time innovators
if i don’t have ink and paper, carve rhymes with a razor
sh-t! i’ll rock a concert with kitchenware as a drum set
we’re in the house, so you quick to sublet
bet against us, and that’s an upset
either not done yet, or on what’s next
like, surviving on nothing but mcdonald’s burgers
they say “i’m lovin’ it”, i call it quasi-murder
try to avoid the yellowed arch unless i’m extra parched
refresh from head to clark’s and peddle in parks
in my business, we give kids a head start
it might take a village for one to get smart
if i built sh-t tilted it’s deliberate
recognize my illness without a well visit
what i print is something (something) you shouldn’t try to limit
like, how many heartbeats per minute
and if hip-hop was k!lled, then this music is hindu
the same rhythm to kick to. the energy continues
and in that, our style’s kinda’ einstein-y
in the way it stretches minds and then ideas recycling
balance environments. where your thoughts and mine begin
and then, and again, and again…
[fade out]

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