Coming live from the bomb shelter underground, Relics from the year it all came tumbling down, Hoping the next planet is better than what we found In this dystopian present below the clouds, How can I get through to these clones Who never look up, they’re too glued to their phones Got friends on the web, offline they’re alone Heavily medicated, living life as a drone (in a zone) You’ve gotta have hobbies to keep sanity It’s why I’m still rapping, not for money, not for vanity Music can ignite a movement quick as lighter fluid Time to show and prove, so when I do it put my soul into it. I just happen to rap, I’m not trying to get rich, I want freedom of self, not dollars and cents. I’m a thirty-some year old, bald, white hero, They forgot flow is still hot like creole, I know a few cats tried to jack my steelo I caught ‘em red-handed like some Flaming hot Cheetos, Most of these rappers only speak on their libidos, And money when they should know it’s the root of all evil, But, me, I’ve got the tribal knowledge they don’t teach in college I’m not gonna be silent with the vision of the deepest scholars, The hydroponics gotcha walking like you’re on hydraulics Nodding to hypnotic rock, and coddling a vodka tonic I’ve got it, I’m not the average emcee, But they oughta know better than to bet against me. I just happen to rap, I’m not trying to get rich, I want freedom of self, not dollars and cents. While these rappers are motor-boatin’ I’d rather be Edward Snowden, And putting fear in opponents, They’re chasing but in slow motion, My visions are still as potent As dope that you must been smokin If you ever think I’m chokin, This isn’t just ego stroking, The goal is longevity, leavin some kind of legacy, Kennedy type pedigree, Pettily peddle jealousy, Melody quite heavenly, Holdin it down credibly Mentally, like telepathy, bringin these rap remedies, I’ll never be getting on a track accidentally, Dissin’ me’s like a felony, pay the penalty, It’s not a show for me, it’s a necessity, I’m breathing poetry to free my soul, cue the elegy. I just happen to rap, I’m not tryin to get rich, I want freedom of self, not dollars and cents.

I don’t have enough pension to pay attention, I’m begging and pleading to get a raise or an extension, Don’t get me wrong, I’ve got a pot to whiz in but I’m fizzing Out like a Clinton campaigning on a broken vision, Been on a mission, stacking up the papers and commission Still my money’s disappearing like pocket nuclear fission, This isn’t “fake news,” couldn’t be a politician But, reasons for stressing out, I think we all have got a million, For one, I’m sick of being micromanaged every day of the week, My coworkers don’t even know what I do to these beats, I always said I’d never suckle to the corporate teat, But here I sit behind a desk like some kind of a geek, We’re talking First World Probz, in middle class jobs, Think I’m gonna snap and let the microphone drop (like Pop! Pop!) But when you’ve got a family to feed, Can’t say how you really feel, you could be out on the street, So just swallow your pride, and just sweat through the heat, And then tell your boss to “suck it” when you’re done for the week “Man, don’t gimme that mess, cause I’ve got enough stress” (I don’t want it) “Man, don’t gimme that mess, cause I’ve got enough stress” (I don’t need it) “I’m just tryin to express what I’ve got on my chest” (cause I want it) “I said, I’m trying to express what I’ve got on my chest” (cause I need it) She said, “what you wanna do tonight?” I said, “Xanax and chill, I’ve been thinking bout the future and the panic is real, I’m an addict for bills, Student loans, and a house, Got myself in a hole, and gotta dig my way out,” (“And what else, man?”) I’m feeling guilty eating fast food, Heard of how the meat is treated, and its bad news, Wondering if it makes me a bad dude For putting that aside, and eating it like I had to, Think of how the chicken’s treated while I eat Get sick, and end up wasting half cause of how I’m feeling, Then I go back into work, all defeated, You would think I learn my lesson, But a month later, then I repeat it, Try to delete it by watching a little TV, But every show seems like it’s trying to make people greedy, And needy, and superficial, wishing for a surgery, If that’s reality, I’d rather be in the infirmary “Man, don’t gimme that mess, cause I’ve got enough stress” (I don’t want it) “Man, don’t gimme that mess, cause I’ve got enough stress” (I don’t need it) “I’m just tryin to express what I’ve got on my chest” (cause I want it) “I said, I’m trying to express what I’ve got on my chest” (cause I need it) Man, I probably shouldn’t put on the news today, I don’t wanna hear political views today, ‘cause every day it’s something new, I’ve got nothing to prove I just wanna chill and sip on some brews today, Not saying I can drink all my blues away, But sometimes I just wanna get through the day With my soul still in tact, and no wait on my back, I just wanna crank music and groove today Hipster kids smoking on Indie Rocks, Down in RayTown where your wheels turn to cinder blocks, Come from Fon Du Lac, get your Honda jacked By the laundromat, nah you can’t get your Honda back, Jump in the minivan right quick, I can hear ‘em hissin through the speakers, yeah they might diss, I’ve got two babies, and a wife, Prick, What you think I care about a chain and a side-chick? Social assassin, rapping Larry David, Quick to call you fakers out, so please don’t make me say it, Yeah, I know you think you’re special, but you’re very basic, And you see Cash is back, and I’m making payments, Mister Cash takes you back like a nickel sack While these dissing hacks treat me like I’m rap’s Nickelback, Should be giving dap, shouldn’t gimme flack, Least I’m being me, others jack styles, still it’s wack, While they’re kicking trash, I’ll be spitting hash, liquified, melted onto wax, and cuz into tracks, I’ll be listening to Quest, Nas, Meth, and ‘Kast, Kicking back with a six pack, and a spliff to pass “Man, don’t gimme that mess, cause I’ve got enough stress” (I don’t want it) “Man, don’t gimme that mess, cause I’ve got enough stress” (I don’t need it) “I’m just tryin to express what I’ve got on my chest” (cause I want it) “I said, I’m trying to express what I’ve got on my chest” (cause I need it)

I’m blowing smoke in the faces of these Trump fans, That phony played you people out for some chumps, man. Thought I was finished but I’m always into somethin’ (repeat) The internet isn’t the world, but it gets you feeling irrelevant, And now we’ve got so many trolls that we elected one President, Givin no F like he’s celibate, I’m telling it just how it is And now I’ve got two little kids who have to grow up in a system like this? Tell me that isn’t a shame, I know that one day I’ll have to explain To my little girl “not all men are the same” As what he said that he can do with his fame, Cellular data replacing your brain Tell me then how we’re supposed to relax? This isn’t conspiracy, these are the facts, They’re watching you through your computer, you’re tapped. You know the NSA watch every move you make, Better watch what you say, It just might wreck your day (repeat) And if they don’t know by now, then they don’t wanna know. (repeat x3) I pull out the paper and write, Or I pick up a mic Cause I don’t wanna fight But I’ve got all this venom inside, and I might Just wanna incite a riot, and you can deny it But they have us right in their sights, Any given second they can pull a weapon, and they have the right To do it and ruin a life, They’re pointin their fingers to stereotype, I’m sick of complacency Making me feel like a vacancy here in my nation We all have been taken for granted And patiently sold on the fakery, Souls and our brains are enslaved and we Give ‘em whatever they need, Tell ‘em where you’re gonna be, Tell ‘em when you go to sleep, You’re givin it to ‘em for free. You know the NSA watch every move you make, Better watch what you say, It just might wreck your day (repeat) And if they don’t know by now, then they don’t wanna know. (repeat x3) You know, every time I get up on a record They’ll be saying that I’m better than ever (well that’s true) I’m wrecking every second, but I reckon they’re forgetting To be betting on me, when they should be knowing Cash Rules, I’ve had about enough of it, I’m calling your bluff and I’m here to prove, I’ve been around, so I’m past paying my dues, I’m cool now, way past playing the blues, Bet ya got to thinking that I really was through, Never gonna stop, I’m a fiend for the mic, Never going Pop, no need for the lights, Not faking so the people can believe what I write, Emcees wanna bite, like thieves in the night, Beats stay popping like seeds in the pipe, Mil-Town’s getting that cheese every night, ASAFP when I write, gotta break that down like green with a knife, You know Mister Cash got tracks for days, To get your heads bobbin like crashing waves, Better watch what you’re sayin to the NSA Till we hit the space ship, and we blast away. You know the NSA watch every move you make, Better watch what you say, It just might wreck your day (repeat) I’m blowing smoke in the faces of these Trump fans, That phony played you people out for some chumps, man. Thought I was finished but I’m always into somethin’ (repeat)

Now the city’s beaten blue and black, But you kept the pipe dream cause you bought a buddha sack, Watching out for swine, you would think the flu was back, Yeah you talk a lot, everybody knows you’re doin’ jack, Life is animated when you’re faded, Then you come back to earth, and reality’s overrated, If I graduated, how come I’m still being graded? My mind is elevated, but my soul’s intoxicated, Yeah, I’m domesticated now, Still know how to break it down, Wakin’ and bakin’ and settin fire to these fakers now, Doesn’t matter anyhow, Cause the sun is burning out, There won’t even be anyone left to hear my latest sounds, By the time it’s finished, the planet will be diminished, Not trying to be a cynic, don’t bring in the violinist, I’m just tryin’ to paint a image so you get it, We’re in the final minutes, Live it up and grab a Guinness. Open up your mind, Cause we’re running out of time, You think everything is fine But you’ve got something else coming now, Open up your eyes, No, you shouldn’t be surprised When you finally realize That your time is really running out. Quit the beefin’, come together, Stop the faking, man, Cause you know the planet’s never gonna make it, man, Gotta open your eyes, it’s time to take a stand, If you wanna survive it, you’ve gotta make a plan Bodies piling up, and now the blood is getting on my Chucks, I’m not staying quiet, I’ve been playing safe for long enough, Try to point a finger, and I’ll call you out on all your bluffs, I thought I was crazy, then I realized that’s all of us I’m staying medicated to keep me from being jaded, I’m seeing the hate and racism passing through generations, Erasing my expectations, I locked myself in the basement Was waiting to see some changes, but now I’m losing my patience Quit the beefing come together stop the faking, man, Cause you know the planet’s never gonna make it, man, Time to open your eyes, we gotta take a stand, If you wanna survive it, you gotta make a plan (x2)

We should be paranoid about the androids Nowadays life is getting closer to a tabloid, Cell phones turned all the people into photogs Who hate the way they look, so they OD on Botox, “Extra! Extra! Look who got a nose-job!” Tryin to stay distracted ‘til the atom bomb goes off, And trying different diets, in between the riots, See the changing climate, wondering how the planet can survive it, People too busy staring at their screens, And idolizing the rich, chasing after limousines, Attention fiends so caught up in gossip magazines, They’re caging you to keep you from raging against machines, It seems that 1984 is now the present, Big Brother’s in your pocket, and nobody seems to get it, In these trying times, I find solace in rhymes, Pleading to all people, Unite, open your minds. Planetary madness, Universal sadness, Satellites and drones in our jackets, Cell phones and gadgets take us through the glass like Alice, People need to be more like magnets, Don’t think average, Civilization is moving backwards, We should be more like a blank canvas, We can move past this Forget about the race, creed, and status, People should react like magnets. Check out the rap linchpin, the white Yeezus, I know an ex-cop sniffs Oxy’s chopped in pieces, Peace to that dude, but he is part of the recent Reason lots of people don’t trust polices, Why they treat people like feces? Not even decent, If you’re not white, and see the blue lights, they’re reaching, Pulling out their weapon for nothing, Might shoot and then cuff em, Hopin it doesn’t get the media buzzing, And what, I’m not supposed to say something? Supposed to turn away, and do nothing, Hit the snooze button? Stay bluffing and faking like life is nothing but bacon, and Diamond-crusted gold bracelets, And that its all for the taking? Man, step outta the Matrix, take off the blindfold, And don’t be focused on riches, because your mind’s gold, I hope the next generation overtakes the nation, To spread peace and motivation from a space station. For now, its planetary madness, Universal sadness, Satellites and drones in our jackets, Cell phones and gadgets take us through the glass like Alice, People should react like magnets. The spirit you hear it when you get near it, I’m atmospheric, disappearing like butter in syrup, The beef is searing, But I’m steering clear, and not even caring what’s in the mirror, Fear is leering eerily close, and people are cheering, Back in bleaker days, I’d sit back and let the reefer blaze, As the speakers played something that could take my grief away, I was seeing gray, so I’m lucky I can see today, I’m not in it for the money, I just need a beat to slay, I’m not a Slam Poet, but I cram flows into these jams To dismantle your whole style with hands folded, I’m polite until I see a nameless ignoramus Speaking racist rhetoric, I shrink ‘em down like Rick Moranis, We can’t be silenced by the bogus threats of violence From social media tyrants bowing to their highness, That hocus pocus got jokers thinking they know what hope is, They tried to put is in reverse, like we wouldn’t notice. Planetary madness, Universal sadness, Satellites and drones in our jackets, Cell phones and gadgets take us through the glass like Alice, People need to be more like magnets, Don’t think average, Civilization is moving backwards, We should be more like a blank canvas, We can move past this Forget about the race, creed, and status, People should react like magnets.

Riddle me that, No riddle me this; Tell me if God was just “takin the piss,” Throwing us here to try and exist Knowing that hands can turn into fists, We want some answers, we wanna know, Why’d you make Earth a reality show? How are the ratings? How did it poll? Why are we cancelled? Where do we go? Put up, or shut up, it’s outta control, We are the ashes left in the bowl, These are the prisoners thrown in a hole To get parole, we owe you our soul, The Troll in Chief promotes the beef, And then we’ve got creeps patrolling the streets, Corrupt police disrupt the peace, Injustice keeps the free on a leash, Living in panic all day (day), Anxiety always at bay (bay), Got some chips in our brains, Giving medication, so we can maintain, Drinking the acid rain, Hallucinations to mask the pain, I can see that’s insane, And we keep waiting for that to change, but…. (Don’t wait til it’s too late) Nuclear winter is evident, We should be fighting, not settling, Open the borders, and let ‘em in, I GOT NO LOVE FOR THE PRESIDENT, I hear the screaming, it’s resonant, Clutching what’s left of the elements, Couldn’t come back from the deficit, Now I’m the last of the residents, I brought my family to NASA to get ‘em in To a space capsule, disaster was eminent Now, I’m alone, and it’s desolate, Just artificial intelligence, Everything under control, I don’t think anyone knows, Tweaking their minds to get with the times, When really it’s only for show, They’re getting exposed, Keep on the tip of your toes, Man, I’ve got a tip for the foes; As the anxiety grows, Remember that you’re gonna reap what you sow, so… (Don’t wait til it’s too late)

Put your microchip in, and listen to politicians, They try to keep us all sittin’ And fidget-spinning our minutes away, Clouding your vision with broken dreams, and wishes, My soul in stitches just knowing that this is all a prism, We’re living in science fiction, All these new restrictions, Dopamine addictions given out as prescriptions, Crucifixions happen on social media, As hate keeps spreading like digital bacteria, These metaphysical rhythms that I’ve been ripping through Force metamorphosis due to heavy ridicule, I’m not supposed to stand out, I’m ‘sposed to blend, Just to be a clone, alone, with fake friends, We never can change the way we made the seas evaporate, And burned through so much oil that we can’t all evacuate, Now I’m walking through the ash in a gas mask Watching bombs blast, cause I’m trapped in a flash back Wanna hit the beach, and spend Days in a daze (x3) Roll a couple up, and spend Days in a daze (x3) Forget about my stress and spend Days in a daze (x3) Get it off my chest and spend Days in a daze (x3) ‘Cause I’m, sick of living in the Drone Age, Sick of living in the Clone Age, The addicted to your phone age, Now we manifest our own cage, Sick of livin in the Drone Age, And sick of livin in the Clone Age, The addicted to your phone age, You hold the keys to your own cage All the wannabes probably should’ve been studying astronomy Cause soon we could live on the moon in new colonies, Nowadays people have to try to find the comedy Behind all the drama that we’re seeing so commonly, We saw the crash of the economy, And, honestly, we should’ve seen the signs, but we looked past the prophecies, I’ve seen child prodigies grow up to see monotony, A sea of clones settling for common mediocrity, And forget about democracy, Now we just do what they say, and muddle through life unconsciously, So I stay underground, with no botany, Getting by, one day at a time, is the philosophy, Feel like my brain is a commodity, Since I’m not dishing out dishonesty, I feel like an anomaly, Hypocrisy has a monopoly, A generation lacking generosity, hooked on technology Wanna hit the beach, and spend Days in a daze (x3) Roll a couple up, and spend Days in a daze (x3) Forget about my stress and spend Days in a daze (x3) Get it off my chest and spend Days in a daze (x3) ‘Cause I’m, sick of living in the Drone Age, Sick of living in the Clone Age, The addicted to your phone age, Now we manifest our own cage, Sick of livin in the Drone Age, And sick of livin in the Clone Age, The addicted to your phone age, You hold the keys to your own cage Got no time for these fakers & clones Who just live out their lives on their phones, I’d just rather stay here on my own, In a zone (zone, zone) Got no time for these fakers & clones, Politicians could kill us with drones, I’d just rather stay here on my own, In a zone (zone, zone)