Damn, my man blessed me with this track dog
I'm trying to find someÂ…I'm trying to find something to 
go with it
I know I got something in this
There's got to be something up in here that I can use 
for this
Man this intro just keep going and going
Ahhh, there we go haha I found it
Yo what happened to the beat Yo Diehard give me a beat

(Verse)
First of all I got to keep it live until the curtain 
call definitely got to show my ethic when there's work 
involved
The second that I shower skeptics with my dialogue is 
when the third rock will ignite like a fire log
It burns steadily from night to morn and bring forth 
enough heat to keep you earthlings warm
Sip a fifth on the sixth day for stress relief and 
catch you right before you drift in the deep [rim] 
sleep
It's the dream merchant selling everything from lucid 
nightmares to fantastic flashbacks to classic 
recollections of wearing a gas mask to fourth period 
lunch right after math and time for arts and crafts
That good time shit'll make a pessimist laugh drop 
weaponry to make you call the rest of your staff and at 
the briefing I'll tell ‘em it's a blessing to have the 
ability to stay sharp and rip you in half
Now, with thoughts of mass exodus directing us to a 
place where our own thoughts start collecting us they 
got us on the clock checking us in accounting for what 
we make in benefits and dividends
And I stay looking within so what I write is 
introspective it's like I'm Robocop and killing shit is 
my directive I'm naturally selected to hit ya'll with 
all that next shit and when don't get it call it to 
‘clect it

(Refrain) 
Stop walking in the dark and put on your headlights 
it's like yo gonna rip tonight you dead right
And all you emcees out there with stage fright is 
Wystyk gonna rip this mic you dead right
It's like that every single day of the week we catch 
you right before you drift in the deep grim sleep and 
stay deep because we sick of listening to your 
plight(/because it's strictly for the people to like) 
it's like yo gonna shed some light you dead right, haa

(Verse)
Moving on to the next phase you'll hear talk of the 
beginning of the end of your days you either in it for 
the art of you in it ‘cause it pays
But most of these cats ain't really what they portray 
so I can't sweat tomorrow ‘cause I'm hungry today I 
take a chunk of special [lez] alligator soufflé
And when my mind spray it's all grey matter splattering 
that's why I step up to the sound of teeth chattering
People fear the things they can't understand and 
overlook independent for overused name brand
My fam's so tight we drink out of the same can sun 
showers got you running back home to grab your Ray Bans
I stay tan still get around like fan blades and you 
listening to music [mud] vicious hands made
I'm out to get a raise out to keep the mind paid out to 
blaze and conduct the plays [walker] parade
(Refrain)