The Song With The Secret Name

Lyrics

One, two, one, two My form weird, Bill Cartwright Shit's real like the arc light Do cartwheels on the dark side Divide feels like apartheid Runnin' 'til I Drop like The Pharcyde My heart locked in a archive The car's blocked, there's a rock slide A large drop of peroxide, belly full of hot lies Spinning Quelle Chris' Popeye My head hard like the top of a pot pie Be a fake king and show love with a hate stream I sold drugs in a daydream A home run or a latе swing and I'm so stunned when I break things I usеd to bomb with the zombies I separated like the laundry You can respond to the quandary It's like Pac rocking with Jon B The connection's beyond me Close like your moms and your auntie Or Busta and Spliff Star, no doubt that it hit hard I wrote the bars in a grimoire I broke it down like a foot fracture I represent who I took after I say eh like The Bushwhackers, yeah I collect it all and said it again in a book chapter I'ma collect all my raps and sell 'em again in a book, like that smart guy In the meme, with the haircut, yeah Prickly pear, I'm mentally on a leave I'm up in the air, we live in the room between We up in the walls, they say that we all a team It's total recall, like in a free falling dream About to begin, we in the deep end I need a reprieve, I need a weekend Not one to believe, but we can pretend I haven't received, if you could resend This is my week on, about to be gone and flew The heavy feelings, can only speak on a few The shit that they said, and even some more, is true Supposed to move on, dunno what I'm 'posed to do This ain't a boo-hoo, this ain't a lecture This isn't a guess or some conjecture I bought me some knives, I bought a zester I need a new day, it's been forever