conception of the soul inception of the mission inspection of the vehicle comprehension indifferent unique wiring - come in we’re hiring the rules will be broken - living like this is tiring your soul is your mission your body is the medium (how am I gonna drive a fuckin ferrari when the fastest I ever driven a vehicle was downhill with my bike) life is hard y’all I got it all y’all I never knew better so Imma call y’all they way shit should be cause you all actin’ the same it means that I’m living my life not considering the frame you looking for fame? nah, just a couple of friends but only cause this will be the only thing my life will depend on and on and on… keeps going on and on but I’m a boy (no) I’m a man I’ll suck it in - keep going on it’s not me who will break - I got my lotion on it took me years to realize, something ain’t right - what’s going on? but like.. is it me? (probably, who is he?). when I grow up I’ll be a mafakin hillbilly there are a few things that I don’t understand when I share my thoughts, they just won’t understand I was trying so hard to tell you who I am but the answers they gave just questioned who I am how hard can it be? I just step on the gas the smoke that they are smelling is just too dense but if you water up the liquor, (the taste gets lost) far in the bothers one see nothing but faceless ghosts it’s like we’re not from the same place we don’t have the same face the language that I’m speaking can’t be else than a straight face if I make a joke out of the situation - sure they will like me they get a glimpse of what I see sure they’re just like me but no one stands by me this kinda works I feel they understand the words but the lines of my honesty just keep getting blurred they don’t care they don’t know show don’t tell I say so they say so I do so if it keeps me away from all this, I will go. all these pictures feel the same but I know the rules, the game the connection is lost in fact, it was never found desperate to be heard, still deaf-bound sacred song to be yourself to see yourself one by one the road is set the hoard is dead counting your days we are still far getting further...

sup? rolling in the back seat, first row vision to the red-blue pig meat thought my brother that you’d never ask… here the bottle, here the glass pushing this game with no facts yuh, one with the force and the force is one with me course is the paper like my toothbrush, I come in clean be mean with them mafakas cool whip but I ain’t got no drivers license… I left it with my wallet in some shady place give me that mafakin slim-shady-baby-paste it’s like that ‘yuh’ rhymes with ‘yuh’ keep out with that… mafakin… bullisht.. yuh that also rhymes with yuh man, you won’t come up with something else to prove it who’s clones can’t fuck keep wondering ‘where’s the whole milk?’ here’s the action fam, here to show that my fingers were caught up by a giant metal fan better be blazed than confused than be chased by whos whos who’s pho’s got new lows, Imma stay true to that blue goo they be servin’ me the truth, they better be! got me lurking into new corners, bitches better here… the other side is always greener men be envying my thoughtful nature it’s on the paper, baby I like it RAW like ODB, keepin’ it far away from OCB excuse my french… but my lungs gotsta stay healthy I hope that just for my own sake I stay fuckin’ wealthy I cannot argue with the fact that I’m fuckin grateful man, with all my brothers paying rent, I accommodate the bangs. come over motherfuckers but don’t stay too long got 151 151 bottles, come show your thongs stay humble for just enough don’t go for rich ni**as (I’m white) no purple - slow in need peace, go green - go green, peace! (discussion from ‘Anyád! a szúnyogok’) Got a cab driver friend, his name is Larry got my head fired up, baby, been aware since waking up wasn’t even cool early morning when you still stinking from the booze I was up, getting ready to fuck it up! but being higher man, that shit just kinda fucked it up I’m on a plane of spirits, private jet to my sub-con why you so keen when this shit ain’t working part-time? this a mirrored window of the far side prolly listening to too much Pharcyde lazy writing, referencial connesceour hazy morning, get essential coffee, sure you be yappin lyrics don’t mean nothing, get involved how old are you mafaka 15 or 84? if I ever wanna listen to a delirious gorilla spittin I rather watch the fuckin’ Joe Rogan Experience monkey-men be selling bullshit I intend to get me coochies lost in the corner store of cubical border gore grey colored solitude post-traumatic hazy followers’ only home mafaka rough like a stray dog shit be so rough they take my mafakin name off comfort never be ya, get me some fresh shit come forth can it be the taxless fresh meat? ya’ll got issues with being sober I got my main thing from killing boredom rolling round with my fresh perspective I stole from mother earth calling out with my cash first verse in, by one whole other turf some say results may very shit like this is rare as fairies brothers don’t even know the word ‘vocabulary’ while you at it, let me grab you a cab, ‘Yo, Larry!’

Yuh yuh suh When I got home I sat down and rolled a fat blunt Man, I cant hold A let down and a useless grudge You and me baby we got something special going on Who, and if, why all this bullshit Got only us going on This connection that make me the man who I wanted to see Disconnection and may we one less Time becoming a meme Self proclaimed completed misfit part of our society But the speciality that comes from rare commodites is just a simple way to get rod of the pain of our society Yuh Yuh, you say, you peasant Single word and no output to be transferred Unpleasent, way of striving to get way much less banter World peace would be great if all of was stupid dontchathink In my eyes this way of using substitute is cold chugging Take the less the more you keep the less will stay Be the best, free chi, digress the heat will stay Always been this way Get the money this is your time, come on Big boy fund raisers Compared to you the Klingon were just Running round with stun fazers Get your milk shake kids but only ones with rice milk The yellow man will finally leave but the rices will still get milked Funk on one and funk through 2, feel Life by the steering wheel Fucked your mom and fuck you too, bitch I’m outta here, keep it real *Falling In Style and myself discussing carrier opportunities*

I woke up my room still smells like my bong I’ll be flossing the taste you left with the string of your thong Mostly tastes like iron on the violin Gettin close to trying but dont end up firin Keep the violence in my pants Reeks of higher existence Unvolunterily woved to stop forcing my future Unforming all the motivation started flowing with the cluture Timing bias in my sobriery like micro managing my visions Flying higher like the dragon that kept Eating my mission Only solution is to decrease my carbon emission I bled shit with the snot I went in keep the tought Breath in keep it on I see with my toughts I believe I am one He believes he the one We believe all shit So we stop being one We believe all shit So we stop being one Unify the pieces you left on the floor So your mom wont kick your ass You dont clean like you told But when you high you flow out between Tha bars The prison calls, (where he at?) He been up there forming bars Flowing scars They never change just you grow around them Feels everlalsting you the frame of an art about ham The imperfectins make the perfect intersections We share the pain like we share our happiness in times of rejection Take your time the time it takes you feel the floor you see the gaze let go the haze will follow through reminding of the pain that follows you Take your time the time it takes you feel the floor you see the gaze Turns out I am my greatest enemy I am the one I fear the one who’s telling me This and that such and such overtought Every fear that was left here in me within locks Mental blocks that I used to build my existence My personality, I only hope that I am still ok to go turns out its the context and the time Hope you all be happy, get your shit together If that is hard, call me we can maybe help each other Appreciation is the greatest form of flattery I am flattered that you flattered This gets me closer to the lottery I need space for the time Need more groove Like the bass for the line We got time for the vibes age fine like wine gets better with time I need space for the time Need more groove Like the bass for the line We got time for the lies age fine like wine gets better with time...