With the ego in one hand an anthem of C.R.E.A.M
The nicest asshole that the world has ever seen

A microscopic speck of scum just hoping to last
feedin' all those at the bottom of the food chain's lowest clasp

Gasping for air When he emerges from submerged of the words
Splashing and failing while whats said goes unheard

Voices echoing through a cavernous skull and return ears
Transcribed to the sound of hatred built up over years

Gulpin' in water and even more sad truth is swallowed
Sweet memories with each bite of youth Bitter after taste to follow

Copious illusions of a human but the monster that I am and sees
With a gaping whole in my mind resembling yellowed teeth with cavities

Poorly occupied
no dentistry can fill em
Grew to hate the hero's and flipped sides for the love and lust of villains

Knowledge spilling overflowing goin' to and from the skull
Biting off more than most can chew with teeth that make the sharpest swords dull

The fuckin' oracle when it comes to seeing in hindsight
immersed so long in dark thoughts I'm gettin' blinded by the bright light

That I was pushed into and stood up front and center
In it as secondary accessory like the candy in pez dispensers


Chorus:
Mild mannered till the lights go out

Rocks the fuckin' mic and blowing out speakers with shouts

Runnin' back and forth And then forth and back

Bouncing up and down like a fuckin' hacky sack

Verse 2 (James Boltz):
Everyone is shivering
I don't eat Cheetos
I'm a bird
my head is a plane
I'm asleep in my bed
Rest Boutique
Maybe I'm autistic,
Maybe there something wrong with me

I'm bird slash a giant pieces of turd
I wake up from bed unsaid
set score "-1" then take flight,

whats a night life spending?
24 hours behind close doors beating off.

Or of making beats

and I end up kicking it by the bridge, questions pointless existence then kick the bridge over.

Chorus:

Verse 3:
A bastard captain but still go down with the ship
Good service from life but still give it a shitty tip

Brisk strokes leave my words quick in its time
skull bloated from ego my fat head walks a fine line

Who'd expect the Paragon kid from the playground
Grew up to turn smiles on peoples face the other way round

Up a creek with no canoe still emits the best aura
Books up in shelves having knowledge stacked up in a plethora
Uhhhhhhhhhhh fuck! losing places without book marks
Remembering to see the bright side even when it starts to look dark

Wreaking of newly smoked weed covered by the aroma of old spice
Coming off the top of the head like shampoo washing colonies of lice
Injected with Chemical compounds that gives highs you cant come down
Air raid sirens got me outta bunkers n' fallin' out of shelters above ground

Achilles heel revealed while Slipping on a banana peel
Everyone's got piece of krypton to their man of steel

Slow to grow
Quick to act
And impulsive with each move
Knows the fuckin' writing utensil with every Crack and groove

Speak with a Lump in my throat and see With teary eyes
Walkin' with springs in my steps
And a hand full of bad ideas on the rise

Fermented bubbling over with bad thoughts brewing
Emotions projected for everyone to see like a drive in viewing

Undoing evolution work worked on for a low rates
Those with oposable thumbs thumb down my methods of primates

Leaving marks like ink blots the raw shocks You
Make it up as i go along yes it must be Imprompture

We are the next Gen system atyocally grasping the globe
Closed paths are gone this is an open minded Mode

Time waits for no human or beast
So we hope we don't miss the highest point in life Like timing rising Yeast

Grocery bags filled cold colby monterrey jack
Returnin later to the store complaining i want my cheddar back

Money sack brimming but keep on filling it
So i can afford to fill the bowl with weed till the carb hole is spilling it