The only thing I like bright, beside my name in lights

Is the back of my head, Mr. One Stripe Red

Open my front door and watch love overrated

Hate spread instead as I witness Ed and Ted

Rob Fred for bread

Broker in debt sold death for two cents

A dollar earned already spent

Pockets ready to pay the rent

But, money comes and goes

Like multiple topics and flows

Pursue the paper chase to accumulate zeros

My best is yet to arrive

Writing reflects the wisdom of age

Undefeated by the forces of life

To go back to my father died

I used to climb a tree and stare at the stars

And say that's where I'll be, so I stayed up late

Worked hard to create whether I wrote or masturbate

To be a name you equate with great

Soak your cake monsoon

Break your frog march

Fly, I'm your Delta

Three cheers, fully bloom spring

Pom-pom phenom, dyslexican

Spit to flame on

Now is now simply imperial

Deploy your possibility turn your probability into actual fact

Gan, Exxon or a hiccup

I put there what you lick up

Some cats like doing sit ups

Your chin twig snaps under a fist

Brief introduction on percussion

You dead in motion like a ski lodge

In the oven of July, right to the eye

Placed a sign that says, "Closed for the season"

Dead in motion

Dead in motion

Dead in motion

I come to the track with more fire

(More fire, more fire!)

Pat down like you're wearing a wire inside of your hideout

Takin' it up a notch when it's hot

And toxins start to leak out of your skin

Murderous carcinogens hemorrhaging your jug

Ripping your cardiac, now give 'em a shot o' 'Yac

Apparel black hard bottoms

All soldiers stand at your boat

When the squads rocket

Or get your arms torn off

Pile drive down to the floor like Paul Orndorff

On door for my performance

I spit Lake Placid battery acid with these bastards

Shake plastic, ape-tastic, straight spastic

Craft a masterpiece with a glass of

Shasta after I slash rapper with a protractor

Flow factor, blow back the cap of a backpacker

Slash cop the album off of Napster remember the tragic

Dead in motion

Dead in motion

Dead in motion

Dead in motion

It is what it is

Ayo, yeah I hear cats' raps, but their flames don't shoot

So I don't even wet that like a raincoat suit

So what I'm sayin' is this, Sayyid's on top of this shit

Like I'm walking around with a toilet strapped to the hip

Packed with a gift, December 25th when I spit

(From a haunted house in the sticks)

Head glitch like fit, an itch that rips

I twitch then hit a switch

(Fuck, your body buried under the bench)

That's what happens when you get hit with the stench

Twisted up like a fence

Time condense in a matter of minutes

I managed to battle with a iddy-biddy nightmare

Making a mess, put it down with the rest

Dropped a hex hopped in a stretch lex and checks what's next

Next, with the ill potion

To keep caps on flow, dead in motion

Dead in motion

Dead in motion

Dead in motion

Are you tired of classes that go on and on in the middle of the day

1-800 numbers about getting your career together

But you try to get your career together and gone to those classes

They haven't worked and you try it again

Just keep working and trying and the same bullshit

Looking for gigs and getting fired, it's the same old bullshit?

Leave it alone, don't fuck with that shit

You don't even fuck with the TVs in the middle of the day

Stay focused and knock your shit out, figure exactly what you wanna do and make it happen

Just start those actions and look at those numbers that tell you about the classes

Classes really don't work though, and classes don't close there, so just fuck it