I'm in a good way on a bad day

Thinking of a plan, a way to stay on top of it

Nailin' it. I have a fit if I sit, sit doin' nothin'

Which is what I done so far, but I carve a niche

Which sits in my good things brain

Layin' the tracks like a loco mo, spark the jay

Messin' around, I'm not having it

You bite the hand I put your head out

I come to know a travesty, it's so sad to see

The scene dictated by the frustrated former musicians

Switchin' the emphasis from art to money

But I demand autonomy what else, huh

I tell you what's wrong to me

The industry's ability to manufacture stars

They churn them out like Iwojima makes cars

But the blame lies not with those suits for trying

It's the sheep, that keep on buying that souless crap

Whatever they put in front of ya

The hysteria of America

Well, stress is the enemy, and not a friend to me

One thing I see is to be easy goin', throwin' down, sit back

And watch my life flowin', and knowing life is but a dream

You can ask my home team

And yeah, uh let me tell you how I seem

My economy seems to be in words not action, actually, ya see, yes

I'm a tempest and I rarely rest

But that's what you got to do if you want to be the best

So, I'm on the threshold, don't tell me no

I just flow and know I can count on my bros

To this, to this!

Don't you know that the devil he's in me, and God She is too

My Yin hates my Yang, but what the hell ya gonna do

I choose a rocky-ass path but that's how I like it

Life's a bowl of punch go ahead and spike it