Full Circle

I don't know

I kinda feel like an idiot sometimes

Although I am an idiot, so it kinda works out

I shot your favorite rapper wit the nickel-plated, then his shit deflated

More like busted like a pumpkin when it's hittin pavement

Government is David, last name G for short

Read thoughts, just to see your faults, poor knee support

Watch 'em buckle, it's supposed to be known

Grab the microphone and bust in what's supposedly sewn

Stitched, keep shit clickin' like a rotary phone

Over the tone, leave the spot totally blown

Chernobyl the zone, stand alone, as the last known survivor

Holdin molten lava, to replace it wit the soul inside ya

Watch your body melt, from the inside

Wit the rhymes? I got it tied up like karate belts

Origami shotty, this is 12 gauge syllable

Swelled brain, well played, self-made miracle

Butane lyrical, New Age serial

Killer, none iller, all things come spherical

Could you remind me not to do that again

Sorry

Hello!

Full circle wit it, verse intended for the death blow

Separate your neck slow then let go, bet yo

Yes? No? Bitch I might, we a different type

Caressin the mic spittin writtens, sippin on a Miller Lite

Isn't quite the Twitter type, more like

Catch me in my socks, flashin dick shots on your sister's Skype

Say hello to Mr. Right, queue the wink that I cheese

No actin crazy, ladies — single file line please

Part-time sleaze, wit degrees in weed lacin

Freebasing Freemason, and professional knee breakin

Quality assurance at its purest, a professional

Immeasurable linguistic, the spectacle's impeccable

Evidence is legible, tyrannical penmanship

You can call me Exodus, Phree is the testament

Make sure that you get the quick, way that I presented it

Think it over in ya dome, go home and write some better shit

The right, to say what we want

Ah, shut the fuck up!

{Okay, just one time!}

(HAZE HOLIDAY)

{Yeah... that's it

Woooo!}

He walks alone, under the big city lights

He always knows, just when the time is right

He never shows what he's thinkin, he keeps his tact

Because he's, too cool for school