[Verse 1: SUBZ]
I'm no star, I'm the furthest
I'm a starving artist who's taking out the garbage
To your promoters with shitty business sense
We both tougher than sticky doses who don't give a stress
We no longer paying a cost and taking a loss for saying thoughts, irrelevance
We know how native feels running for president
Underrepresented so I've elected to live present progressive and not to be bit by the same dog twice
Blazing new directions, picking up the same old mic
Why should I hate on life? I'm no nihilist, just save yourself strife and restrain from trying this
You're going to cheat me? You're going to get yours believe me
And don't assume I'm talking about violence
I move in silence, sir
West side or reside in the wood
So I know about hoods and wolves in sheep's clothing
Fear and loathing, always share when I'm flowing
Even when I'm told what's old me is no thing
No way, got me like OJ on a cocaine road rage with a [?] slashing like [?]
Not fleeing from static because we equipped to skirmish
Weapons only years of anguish could've furnished

[Verse 2: MF DOOM]
Everybody's a critic, ask him do he give a shit
As long as it's 'flicted, you know the villain spitted it
DOOM'll hit the [?], sell it for cake
Like the swap meet jeweler who can tell if it's fake
Make the half upfront technique do perfect
The other half before he touch the mic and blew the circuit
Hand over the banjo, he be like where your man go?
Not to cut his ear off with no hole like your man Van Gogh
Land Ho! Hold up the mic like 'hand over the dough'
MF on the Man Show
And go for broke and stand for pay better
Known to rip shows like a handmade sweater
Gave me blues like the [?] who knew dudes
Maybe seem rude but baby need knew shoes
It's a nuisance, take it from a black jew
Crews grab they two cents, take that too
How they do? Tell them 'Maintain [?]'
Where's the Os? He got mad flows in the park
(opinions)
It's just like, whatever the name called
Follow these rules to avoid a grain of salt
Number 1: got to keep it fun
Number 2: you know how you do
Number 3: very never do [?] for free
Maybe I'll do it for charity
[Bridge]
Put your mic on strike until you're unemployed
Contract is up and I'm stabbing it forward

[Verse 3: Eso Tre]
It's funny how losing my mind made me musically inclined
So I guess abusing subtances was only a sign of a pleasing love
Kinda like teasing a girl you're really fond of
Not to cause harm
It's really nothing that I can't succumb to pettiness
[?] starts working life into fetishes
Self disclosure means less exposure
Unless you going in depth at holding your breath
Don't expect them to show you respect for your death
Regardless of composure you kept when they wept
I'm finding that the older I get there's a catch
You see the bolder the threats becoming something I accept
With open arms what's a hard day's work without being placed in harm's way first
To flirt with disaster
Can't even trip, asking her for the digits if she asks for the manner that's complicit with every other female
But let's not cover details and be ashamed if that came back to haunt me
See, even though I grew up [?] too short
The roofs aren't flews wall with something of a new song
When everyone else had a lockdown, I got clowned
Far from suave I came off playing corny
Wishing I had a girl of my own instead of being alone but since I don't that's my side story
[Outro: MF DOOM]
AMD, Substance Abuse, east meets west
Thoughts is profitless
It's not a test, MF