im so ready to fly i got no landing gear/
ready to return don't even 'member when i land here/
steady through the burn sun turns as we gamble near/
like Icharus our wings melt to keep us humbler, uh/
need the Hubble and a contact with Houston/
the boy in the bubble burst out into movement/
butterfly cruisin, anger cocooned in/
bloomed into petal to the metal try an lose them.../
thank the sky I'm alive, y'all hot Hy coo like 5 7 5/
like why even try I'm a shy leader diva fly Hy cheetah spry/
I'm just tryna redefine/
like a jungle cat where you stumble at seem to thrive/
I'm alive through the dirt and lies tuned to the hive mind/
mind where you step thats a word to the wise....
ok i turn my head around I'm backin in but never backin down/
packing the mack in the back of the ac is wack don't bring that strap around/
im crazy too shit, they had to strap me down/
I'm as coo as coup d'etat 'cept that i don't want the crown/
court jester write me off i move freely/
smile lookin goofy but notice my gaze steely/
not a lot escapes me like the bastille see/
pardon the french I'm turning the wrench and collapsing this building/
cooperate a seed here to propogate/
wait and see busy a bee when i pollenate/
breaking columnades, fighting a structure/
you will hear me say this often these are my instructions/
love yourself love your people be patient/
focus on your breath cuz your reactions need space and.../
im a star fleet, but no captain kirk/
I'm just a human too forgive me when i act a jerk...
im a rip roarer slick quick drawer six shooter/
revolver on the hip click hit step forward/
competition shit the thought is foreign sometimes I'm out of it/
but these days i couldn't be any more in/
the pocket like wallets i got the bounce like/
checks when the wallet is empty dollars is downsized/
but I'm expandin. I'm an ex bandit/
sticky like Marv and Harry...very West Hampton/
on the beach lampin' like a genie locked/
chills given from these killer cuts Sweeny Todd/
not no teeny bop rap this is Teen Spirit/
mixed with a flow that is living dope when the fiends hear it/
so get ya fix of Hy, I'm mister mystify/
I'm the whiskey but its all for SOTA get your mixers right/
thas the fam and team running this while ambling/
gamble on this race like the tortoise i am a man of dreams...
credits
from Est. 1985,
released December 21, 2012
Prod Dj Phinisey
Lyrics MC Hyphen8d
Original Song: Where its at, BECK
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