Back to the Basix

I got a trait, it's to anticipate,
when an eruption's coming I'm just runnin' from my fate.
The hate, is what everyday perpetuates
and it's just that in every way dishevels me,
I'll never wait to speak out,
get the tenderizer and the beef out
similar to pentagon papers:
the fakers leak out
to the collective, you can call me a detective,
selective, with a magnifying glass inspecting,
it's suggesting we use the bush no need to beat it around
I'm underground with encyclopedia Brown.
Wow, put this fucking diction in your mouth,
better get the Man over here cause the bitch is trippin out,
gotta calm her down, lay her on the side, so the vomit doesn't make her drown.
Lady liberty, what's up baby, you want to get with me?
Here's some water, water for the cigarette, I think the aneurysm
got her best, a better bet a quicker death
like Murs said 'I keep a step, keep pulling it off like I'm gonna get it
but never yet.'

I got heart, if you don't like it you're wack,
I'll turn my back and leave you with stark.
Life is art, beauty and pain:
both painted with my brush they're one in the same.
I came with no fame and I'll leave with less
but until I meet death, my every single breath
from deep in my chest will never let me rest
from a relentless quest- not to be the best
but to live at my pace at my own behest
manifested in my id, the things that we did,
born in my ego, the places that we go.
It's time for me to blow this popsicle joint,
we made the point, now it's just,
dude i got to get the fuck out before they give me the boot.
I can't put my finger on why the ghost linger.
I won't forget my friends or our experiences
haunting my brain: ecstasy and agony-
if I don't remember, I'm dead it's a tragedy.

I'm a kangaroo not about to favor you,
gonna endanger you, yo, I'm famous too,
sipping on a lame kid's cool Hauf brew
in a new kind a turf where the murder lurks,
the girdles jerk, the young punk perk.
I'm a cyber tiger wearing lasers on my head,
my skin is red and I got Rastafarian dreads.
Back to the basics..
This one's for a girl I think about a lot,
who lives far away in her parent's Manhattan loft.
This girl is beautiful, she whispers to me on the phone,
I'm pacing outside my home, my reflection in the chrome.
Her hair is black like a shadow at 12 o'clock,
her skin is soft, you know our bond is like a knot.
I got love for miles cause of the way that she smiles,
she brings a style that's wise, sexy, and primal.
She makes me euphoric that's why I can't ignore it-
what draws me to her, I revolve her energy like an orbit.