The Fall

I run hot

Only sleeping with the top sheet

Damon Wayans can call me phat

But y'all gotta call me stocky

Mo money

Mo problems

But I don't know if I believe

Are y'all just being ironic?

As a comment on economy?

Yeah that's what it's gotta be

If not

Categorically, I do not agree

Do not carbon copy me

Cause you can't CC (see see) me

Anyway

Have y'all processed

The odds of hitting this lottery?

Do y'all know anything?

Sorry for the misanthropy

Nobody wants the beef

More than just the pizza topping

More than meets the eye

Both beneficial and costly

Papi of a couple

Didn't love the taste of mother's milk

She gives me trouble still

Otherwise life's butter chill

That's how I make the biscuits

I'ma sell in front of the citadel

Wish your sister well

And if you have a minute

Sit a spell

While I spin a tale

Look like Ren and Stimpy

Sick as hell

Sounds like a tree with noone around

If it fell

Do it make noise? Uhhhh

Probably not

But he bars out and has a great voice

I bet his homies call him genius

When his attitude defeatist

Wears his heart on record sleeves

Knowing nobody will see it

Can't taste the cake

All ingredients are secretive

The holy grail

No Indiana Jones escape sequences

Isn't a grail with no conquest

Just a cup

To fill with seagrams gin

Maybe that lil lamp

Has a little genie in it

Maybe there's graffiti hidden

14th floor of the train station

A whole four wall bomb

It was craziness

And that's what I've been chasing since

You know what

It's a shame

Never really knew who painted it

But everybody wears a mask?

How you figure that?

How you stick the landing as a sycophant

Still trying to light my little sisters lamp

And if that shit is sad

I'ma have to leave you in the dust

Leave you in the tracks

That's that

Now I'm patiently awaiting boo

Outside a changing room

Trying to catch a basic mood

And discreetly hit a vape or two

Later she will put it on

And we will fuck like we're on pay per view

Y'all remember pay per view?

You must be old as fuck

Like me

See y'all are my people

Otherwise I'm sing the hook from

Hey Nineteen to you

Dan Steely

Yall rock name brand graffiti

Ironically named Obey

Oh baby me too

I'm both hypocrite

And hyper critical of see through

To be transparent

I'm not arrogant or evil

I am this records knight errant

And a damn good parent

Trying to raise a couple kids

No histrionics or hysterics

No rod and no carrot

But Rod Piper shades on

Do it for the validation

I mean the love

No Faizon

No Big Worm

You shit bird

Don't fuck with my emotions

No money

Honey I'm a dissociate

I'm acting inappropriate

For a man of 40 plus

Nah

At least I haven't been corny once

At least I haven't boarded up

At least I'm still sorta loved

At least I still have both my corneas

Order up

I thought in 2012

I'd really have to sell them shits

Orwellian

Or livin inside a Orson Wells flick

F for Fake

Heaven's Gate diet

Pills and applesauce

I'll ride this comet to the sun

No panic when I blastin off

I'm the Christ this is the passion of

The Fall, after all the summer brats are gone