He won't let me go. Everyone is talented for me. I got the death to go. What's the word? It's how they know escaping from the real stick. Taking props. I never stopped to motherfuckers feel. Distant bitches wanna feel it rapping. Still I'm making hair and spout. Wrapping in no juice. I fuck with wonder where the aliens at. Wake up out to dreamin'. It's the demon that you listen to. Black and silver feeling. They don't even know what they're gonna do. Scully, fully, lyrical like Jared. Don't compete. This don't play me like your enemy. Because that he who you see