Day 777 Dr. Yen Lo

[Intro: I tell ya there's somethin phony goin on, there's something phony about the whole business, and even now I feel that way- this minute]

[Verse 1]

I deeply treasure that I could speak my leisure
Thought tough sound was struck down in the bleakest weather
The frequency is weak to me if you can't keep it clever
What they produce is fruitless
What I reap is better
When I was pressed and stressed it was hard to make music
In these parts get shot in your heart- it ain't cupid
One sacred loop, one naked truth, my lanes suited
These silly songs really on for us to remain stupid
I switched off
This shits soft
Your groovy don't move me
Got the kids lost, crazy rude
Days removed from baby food
A young divine, I'ma find blind ways is crude
Listen, what you pitching son
Got em' sick and dumb
Cease all them jewels in your teeth if you ain't spitting none
I carve a lane, do it for the starving brain, mind stellar
My wine cellar put your bars to shame
("We would like some more wine!")
They wage war on rap
So I propped, took a shot, got more on tap