Stop Signs Sybyr

[Intro]
What're you doing, man? You have no bars
Like shut the fuck up, and sit the fuck down

[Verse 1]
In the back of the back, in the black amtrak
Fuck a location nigga, I'm where the rhymes at
Early renaissance flow, 1449 shit
I am on my own level, you cannot define it
Define "it", Mathematical rhyme situation
Third eye closed, ignorance is motivation
Show up to a party with Alcoholics Anonymous
Watch 'em snort coke and blast off in some rocket ships
This some other shit
Latest in the mosh pit
Call an ambulance without the sirens or a health kit
Go 'head and bleed out
You're not the only one
Hold up my finger 'til you count to one (Zero?)
The story line of Lion King is all fucked up
Edit the script, put Mufasa in some handcuffs
Why Mufasa? I don't know
Selling landscapes?
Or probably selling heroin to the kids again
My mind is fucked up, only solution is to go out
Sniff a bottle of oxygen
Instead I'm sittin' in the living room making beats
Out of my isolation
'Cause when I feel sad the music is the obligation