These rap battles are such factless black apples
Babies rattle then they tattle on bad actors
Four factors that matter in such matters:
Mo-ti-va-tion can shatter some tight shackles
Back to back, though, how they hassle and heckle
I’ll just have these hecklers for breakfast with french toast
How could it be it’s gluten free and so divine?
From time to time, I’ll just have to crush a bent flow
While we widen the tent poles
And worship unchecked growth
Can’t forget that dollar’s scent, though
Managed to forget the manifesto
Thirteen in a gee been studying the Kenpo
‘Guess it was all about the headstone
Reading “watch this dollar cross the threshold”
Can’t stop counting the death toll
So many questions, life’s falling short
Of what it could have been.
This ain’t no fantasy [This ain’t no fantasy]
So many questions, what do I wanna live for?
Can’t find no guarantees. Where are my sweet dreams?
[I hardly know how to begin]
So many questions life’s falling short
[You’re the only one who’s ever told me the truth]
A quiet life is nine-to-five but I’ve got treasure that’s hid
I’m sick of laying a brick wall
After starting to dig, bricks rooted in crystal
Hygiene should have been on the Tai Chi
Might be I trade the gee for some Nikes
White t-shirt with the smiley
Wool hat drip with some alleycat swish down a side street
I’m transcending these eons
Eyes Day-Glo I pray so ’til respect is l33t epoch
Downed defense / phreaked response
Slay deep-space, deep-state, Jane Doe
Non-essential workers like a space probe
Treat ‘em like a scapegoat
Turn out to be the grace note
Number one make it so
Hygiene live feed likely so ill
Hygiene psyche no frills
Those up in high towers get no deals
Don’t negotiate with terrorists or no killers
Your highness ain’t been licensed for no kills
So many questions life’s falling short
Of what it could have been.
This ain’t no fantasy [This ain’t no fantasy]
So many questions what do I wanna live for?
[No guarantees. No guarantees. No guarantees.]
[This ain’t no fantasy]
Can’t find no guarantees. Where are my sweet dreams?
So many questions life’s falling short [I hardly know how to begin]
Of what it could have been. This ain’t no fantasy
So many questions what do I wanna live for?
Can’t find no guarantees. Where are my sweet dreams?