Sailing

Looking down the grand grocery list and we got... Mayonnaise, tomato paste, 808’s and nasal sprays Hand grenades with cream filling Cancer, AIDS, green children Toss 'em in the great machine, the unifying crunch Then place it on a plate to see how you define lunch Is it worthy of your pallatation? With a slight recalibration? Book to movie adaptation Just a doctor out of patients With no one left to treat so We resort to tricks so You can afford the meat Throw your fork up in the mix We are achieving weightlessness come Hell or High Water But since both are fast approaching Guess I’ll sell 'em my mantra Which is not to die But if you must, don’t die up in them work boots And if you know you got to fry Don’t fry up in that jerk suit The time is now, repent a lot Select the most expensive plots We are indeed defenseless bots And that’s the road, till the engine stops But I’m the engine, you’re the engine No such thing as your dimension Open mind, forced inspection Forty years, corporate pension And just in time when the rigor mortis sets in You can bet then that they coming now for the rest of you Cause humans make the bestest glue And that’s an exaggeration, but in essence it is true That’s how they turned your old man into gelatins and goo Now if you can’t relate to what I say, don’t like the way I say it Then it’s probably safe to say that you don’t like me as a rapper Moving on, cause I don’t give a frak All my life is Little Mac Battling Super Macho Man, so Glass Joe is not the plan Me and Snaf could rock a jam, no microphone just pots and pans And he could scratch with lobster hands And I could rap my shopping plans Like – two quarts of milk, celery, eggs Newports and kale, ketamine and steaks Some of that stuff I ain't really buying But, it’s gotta rhyme And since that’s the bottom line You see why rappers gotta lie Now and then, when it sounds good Maybe when it sounds hood Maybe when the sound’s poetic Bound for town with an ounce of penance Bounce with a pound of sound investments And that’s without no leverage I walk just south of reckless A thousand miles without no breakfast But then it’s all brunch baby! Bloody Mary, extra olives, extra horseradish Rules of the game enforce madness How else to recognize humanity is hopeless And still embody the human understanding of what hope is? Without that, you just a ghost with a debit card A boat in a reservoir, a soldier with a feather bomb But with that, even great minds crumble from the weight Cause when you running for your life You cannot stumble out the gate