I'm a big, tall man, all of the women, all the children, just say where they're not, take them to the top, dude. Who's the heart, dude? Who's the heart, dude? 16 bar cycles, hot belt and cycle, from the wacky blackie man, they shoulda called me Michael. Look at the months that you made, look at the months that you paid But you claim no responsibility, cause it's easy to be sellin' in these times that we live Does God have a sense in human and the jokes are ours? Cause we're chasing our tales for how long? The tusk who makes us house drunk, vintage poor people's font If we could ease up on these booze and facts that just made me Life wouldn't slay so mad, be a man my dad said But what the hell he know, he lost these dreams He lost his flow and I don't want to be alone I'm born king so where's my throne? I'm too intense, I'm too deep, I'm too nice for life So what makes this place so nervous? I'm more fit to old men All of the women, all the children Just say when and I'll teach them how to do Who's the hardest? Who's the hardest? I'm more fit to old men Houses in the mountains, who's the hearty? Who's the holiday?

2020, 2023, see everybody's a *****, though, a pantomime and a rhyming, but nobody's a *****, bro. I feel it, yo, my parts in the bigger picture, bro. You silly hoes, I'm keepin' a dealin' but we sippin' ropes Fair.

Hey, what's up? What's up? Much love to you RataData. I hope you're having a great day. Okay, Janey.