"The quote of the day- I forgot the quote of the day. Alright, I think I'm gonna go with a rockstar of philosophers: Frederick Nietzsche. And he said- drumroll please! Without music, life would be a mistake."

Rock muh-fuckin' Abruham

Lyrics:

Uh, been killing shit need no witness

Stoppin' my bags at the (?)

Origami the way I fold bitches

Y'all already know that I'm cold with it

My pen's cold when this fan's spinnin'

You know it's ten-fold when your man's killin'

I'm rap Kimbo, know these hands vicious

Feedin' 'em elbows like it's Thanksgiving

I bagged a lot of grams, scratch (?)

Sleepin' on the DMV, y'all be smacked I see

**** fuck those raps, not a fan my G

You can die on these tracks so just stand by me

**** we made men

Knocked it out the box like B.J. Penn

(?) no sleep, three days in

Got it out the mud, this how each day went

Uh, phantom pulled up for a few Ks, USD

A world tour, more gigs than a USB (huh?)

I gave y'all options when I sold you trees

Puttin' more weight on the scales than the UFC

I leave 'em froze like heroin in your nose

Or better yet your arms if we was talkin' the flow

The atheist in y'all won't say that God is a goal

But you study me, so you still praise the god when you don't

The way the arguin' goes, I may be arguably so

It's lonely at the top (?) the god be alone

My train of thought's the same as it's ever been

Pay us like you owe us cause payin' forever wins

And me? I took all of this with nobody recordin' did

They might've tried but might've died if they were forcin' in

As far as I, I swear to you (?)

It's more for me to leave but this shit is for the take

Well this is all (?), shit you could call a (?)

And bitches won't leave you, shit you can call me Nase

Ribbons is on the way, medals is hangin' from 'em

Picture us pourin' Spade, bet the parade is comin' muh-fucker

Aye came through hangin' out the Benz

Seen the shots goin' off in the reflection of the rims

Glass (?), I got whatever you want, **** just call it in

The orders come wrapped with a gold ribbon

Yeah that's the price for a half but the whole different

They should put a statue of me up in my old kitchen

The venue was the key, we went past the old mission

And we still on ye time

Still got a chopper tryin' to fit in his waistline

No we don't wait, right?

You know we got weight, right?

Showin' a million cash to my dog on the facetime

He in the Fed laughin'

Come home to a bread basket, fantastic

I was meditatin' in the Ashton

The light turned green, I flew past him