Hi

North America…

North America is where the United States of America is

And also Canada…

In fact, 39% of all Americans now say that freedom sucks

Freedom is not an ocean you want to swim in;

It's a river you want to get across

Hi, I'm Adam

“I am the arm”

I like cats

And 90's rap

Hi, I'm Richard

As in Keith Richards

You can call me chief wizard

I'm a shortstop and relief pitcher

Got the math back, that I’m bad at

Whatever rap has that a sad sack

Wanna grab and call “fab,”

As I walk away slowly…

Oh, I’m full of crap

Active. Doing pull-ups is a snap

Won the Pulitzer for rap

Hittin’ bullets in the gap

When you were what you now ain’t

Like a tree piece carved to saint

Or vandal handle

Fades a namesake to faint paint

That ain’t my fate…

I ate a bowl of Apple Jacks. Word is Bond

Actual facts. Natural acts. Compatible macks. Second coming of Capital Tax…

Yo, yo, yo, cut that off, cut that off…

Hey, yo, Rich…. we need to freak that style we was freakin’ the other night…

(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

A shadow should suffice, ammo and a bush knife

Gadjo with a hood wife, Fat Joe at the Good Life

Dead. Expensive. Offenses a man hangs for

I’m a raccoon. Jamming to Black Moon with Ruth Langmore

Ozark's to Bangor. C note in the pocket of my peacoat

Peeping Deep Throat. Fying high like Ricky Steamboat

Scriptures that we quote. Gilded. We build things

Golden rhymes. In olden times, I saw backpackers kill kings…

Gather their meager things, many engraved rings

Various regal bling and smelt it to make wings

The shoebox bird sings, song of cypher scar

Blue camouflage

Stretch and Bob’s bars from a stolen car

Blaring

Staring too hard at the burning star…

Turning sun, swelters to the elder dunn

Uncaring and comparing to none…

The wiser, chills miser, Grand Verbalizer prizer

Track wrong-sider. Artifact, survivor

Of every iron in rap’s raw fire

Lifer, hit harder than a fucking brick

Upper American people, Me and Rich click

Hard drive wipe sequel…. Say that to say this: You’re finite, my bright light

Come on y’all, no equal

You lack what I naturally exact

And we’re not equivalent

Not even a little bit