Chaotic Neutral

Now, I don’t have a lot of time we gon’ have to cut to brass tax
Some’a ya’ll been fallin’ asleep durin’ the lapdance
A little too concerned with last laughs and last laps
But finish lines don’t mean shit to me
For me it’s the next track to speak truthfully
Between film and song, my name is getting’ used loosely
Synonymous with success, I know I’m never not movin’
But somedays it feels like waitin’ at the top of Mt. Shumi

My city’s been anything but devout to me
And the boys in blue still wanna run a route through me
And that’s ok, I’ve been playin’ that game
Since I was 4 years of age, listenin’ to gun shots shout to me
Don’t get it twisted, I’d be happy to be of assistance
But if you can’t take a shot of truth, don’t mind payin’ my world a visit
Cos in yours, I know the color they use to paint a villain
And I already know who I am. Get gone or ride wit’ it.

I never asked for this world
That don’t mean I aint’ gon’ make it mine
Some folks wanna watch it burn
I just wanna make it shine

More than enough power in my hands to slap the lightnin’ out ya beak
Unless ya last name is Von Doom, you ain’t got shit on me
I can hear ya talkin’ louder every hour that ya think I ain’t around the scene
Boom, Boom, Bang, Bang, Boogey Oogey, Mufucka, Here I be.

You say you cold, I find that mildly pretentious,
While I’m rockin’ Ewings, steppin’ out the Cryogenic
Somebody better tell these jive chickens,
I disrespect gravity, and put limits on time limits
I push a ’97 Civic sittin’ on 12’s and six parking tickets
Through Los Angeles rush hour
Like a T-65 with them open S-Foils,
Ghost ridin’, hyper drive, through a meteor shower.

Yeah, don’t get me started, girl.
I’m straight outta Titan, I was born to take apart your world
But instead I went ahead directin’ pens to the fence
Between the haves and have-nots: recompence.
It’s funny, they wanna get the runnin’
The moment you talkin’ sweatshop-economics and social justice
But how could I bring it up if it was already there
Stakes is high, but not above the price of that arm-chair

I never asked for this world
That don’t mean I aint’ gon’ make it mine
Some folks wanna watch it burn
I just wanna make it shine