Your name was in lights
till we rearranged the bulbs
Spell it KID cause we feelin kinda bold
I only take credit when it's stole
Under cut em with some style and a little bit of soul
Bottle intuition to a product we can swallow
Cause the artist with the vision is the one they love to follow
Set the soapbox on the bloc and gather up the flock
The masses getting radical and restless when we talk
I'm not self aware
cause that shit is exhausting
I only smoke when in the mood for coughing
My consonants constantly concentrating
On the constable’s code and my conscience fading
when this rain stops
I hope you can swim
I got that stainless steel scalpel
Now count backwards from ten
I'm the master of suspense
My life is so intense
I got that trademark silhouetted profile pic


Fire up the vitrola
the songs keep me warm
Ill stoke the sounds till the smoke rings bring you home
Ill ride the grooves with the needle in place
crank up the white noise so I can tolerate this place
I'm gonna rob the still
I'm gonna steal the swill
I'm gonna tilt the till until my pockets fill
and I walk with a limp like I stepped on a claymore
trench warfare just a trophy in the game score
Theres no harm from the first, or third, or the last
Callin up the Doc
Take a trip through the past
ghetto blaster cracklin
means of distraction
or just a pull from the passion
There’s something sweet in the pools of your eyes
When youre lying on your side with your hands between your thighs
I had a case of grace but I traded it for bourbon
When did alcohol addiction become so suburban?

I never seem to walk straight
Move to the baud rate
Hash tag irate
Status update
Cash in the thoughts that we pluck from the spiral
Homemade black and white clip goin viral
Almost contagious
We playin famous
Always at our best when were rattlin the cages
But in the end we’re just goin through the paces
Add another face to the wall of the nameless
Never was the kind to admit to defeat
She’s quick to excite at the hint of a beat
Good glob
She always gettin light on here feet
She got them lovely lady lumps like she LSP
Repeat rewind
Still so inclined
To the little white lace at the tip of your spine
Fit to disagree but never try to deny
That we’re just another glimpse of the sign of the times

Now you're gettin down
With the underground
Now you're burning down
The whole town