[Verse 1: Jonwayne]
Authors signal blank space, claiming Buck Rodgers
Say the same shit in L.A., and let them duck Dodgers
Every breath is like I come up from the water submerged in Alphabet soup, this loop is a spoon
I use to take scoops I loot this brain fruitfully
Bootlegged perusers rap to reign truthfully
Used to scrabble on late notes
Now I let my pen ice skate on the back of these bank notes
Check the dictation over the sound of these navotes
If a rapper falls off in the jungle there's no hope
When there's nobody heard, you can hear the town die in the back of an alleyway, homie, the strong survive
Rock a chain made of beer-tabs
Drinking after heavy nights, I'm blinking in the distance on the oncoming headlights
Walk the road or the road walks you
You ain't a special motherfucker, put your blimp in a zoo
I'm saying, tame your big head for the lazy men and laymens
I don't deal in terms below mine, so pay attention
To the justified shine, no mention of mine, kid, cause, I'm just here for the pension and prime rib
I'm self made, DIY to consign me, to half them label wars, you can say I'm a wise bitch
There's no identity and they like it
Now I'm having indie knobs say, "That ain't bad for a white kid..."
Your horse is too damn high, just like the rent
Sounds like you need an extra friend to harvard your dent
I'll take you down a couple notches like a Thanksgiving dinner
When I attack, run cooler than Jamaicans in the winter
Authors signal blank space, claiming Buck Rodgers
Say the same shit in L.A., and let them duck Dodgers
Every breath is like I come up from the water submerged in Alphabet soup, this loop is a spoon
I use to take scoops I loot this brain fruitfully
Bootlegged perusers rap to reign truthfully
Used to scrabble on late notes
Now I let my pen ice skate on the back of these bank notes
Check the dictation over the sound of these navotes
If a rapper falls off in the jungle there's no hope
When there's nobody heard, you can hear the town die in the back of an alleyway, homie, the strong survive
Rock a chain made of beer-tabs
Drinking after heavy nights, I'm blinking in the distance on the oncoming headlights
Walk the road or the road walks you
You ain't a special motherfucker, put your blimp in a zoo
I'm saying, tame your big head for the lazy men and laymens
I don't deal in terms below mine, so pay attention
To the justified shine, no mention of mine, kid, cause, I'm just here for the pension and prime rib
I'm self made, DIY to consign me, to half them label wars, you can say I'm a wise bitch
There's no identity and they like it
Now I'm having indie knobs say, "That ain't bad for a white kid..."
Your horse is too damn high, just like the rent
Sounds like you need an extra friend to harvard your dent
I'll take you down a couple notches like a Thanksgiving dinner
When I attack, run cooler than Jamaicans in the winter
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