Powertrippin’ GUM & Ambrose Kenny-Smith

[Verse 1]
Your body's a temple but your head is a toilet
Licking your fingers, your opinion is poignant
Drop down and gimme twenty, what do ya bench press?
I'm sorry that I got a little man's biceps
Swinging weight around trying to get a reaction
Rolling your eyes like it's going outta fashion
But the world's in ruins and you find it quite amusing

[Chorus]
Power-tripping but ya gotta face the music (Power-tripping)
Power-tripping but ya gotta face the music (Power-tripping)
Power-tripping but ya gotta face the music (Power-tripping)
Yeah ya power-tripping, now it's time to taste what you've been dishing

[Post-Chorus]
Mark my words, you're on the verge of losing everything
Mark my words, you're on the verge of losing everything

[Verse 2]
Beyond the pale with a crown of privilege
Running your mouth to a crowd of crickets
Peanut-brain with a sullen existence
Blowing off steam by picking on the stricken
And you're ready to pounce when you're emasculated