The Long Road

Lyrics

[Intro] I don't deserve this... To die like this... I'll see you in hell... yeah [Verse] Yeah Me and you gon' take a rideout to the countryside All we got is a full tank and some rusty knives I'ma pull up at a disguise kind of close to those guys That's looking around and we're just gonna slowly drive by There's a duffel in the back whatever you do, don't lose that And if you do lose it, don't come back Is chaos to your liking? Do you find revelations exciting? Tell me that's not why your smiling? Alexa, can you tell Siri to explain to Billy The Bonhoeffer's theory while I adjust the mirror So I can ask myself "Do I still look like a nigga? Well do I?" Hybrid probes, surveillance for survivalist nodes In survival mode, battle rapping on the side of the road May I pose to share, your wood burning stove in the cold See I am old and cannot muster the strength from my bones The island of Dr. Moreau is not a place you would like to go But I can take you there after the show Yo, the pain Alzheimers in my brain, can't remember my name I shit the bed, then ran out of depends Yo, I'm a mess, o Lord, please show me mercy I traded my water Berkey for a slice of turkey The rhymes, the patterns and interactions Between these two passions Have given me the freedom that I'm after There's only very little I can say to you now 100,000 bars or more could probably take me awhile You will soon find death on a dry river bed in Tibet I keep that out back in my shed Stay out of trouble, but live a little, go piss off the side of your vessel Then go back to fixing the whistle on your kettle Something they don't teach The algae will eat away at the bare feet that walk on Pebblestone beach The voice of my muse asked me when we could meet I was confused when my muse leaned forward and kissed my cheek My writers block was released, pussy was so sweet My pen stood up by itself and started to write like a beast Sorcery, every molecule in my body talks to me On this long road, my muse walks with me Aluminum thirtied pin, extraordinarily thin Nicely snug, subcutaneously under the skin I always lose, but I'd love to win, maybe this time this is it Nothing to do with that rhyme wizard shit This is about my muse, I myself have nothing to prove Hip-hop is a tool that I use I talked to Jay Z, I met with Lyor I pretty much done it all, I couldn't agree more The continuity of thuggin' shit Straight up sucker shit That ain't gon' last long In this New World government Diplomacy is everything, speak with integrity Know who you in the room with, be quiet for clarity If you ever embarrass me there can be no parody I'll punch you in your appleseed and run when you come after me My muse is so classy, she take me down to the haberdashery After morning tea time with the family (Patois) Notty dread I'ma beat you wit a had or a bread an not a ed Any pussy who a test me, dead