11 why do you break yr legs (i’ll alert the media) can’t sleep too many ideas in my consciousness go for a stroll under the stars where the air is crisp can’t focus in this locus too close to home it’s time to find perspective in the hills or ocean i guess to the vehicle grab a box of cereal put on my spectacles see the tank’s a quarter full heading east now beating on my brow i’m remembering the thoughts that brought me out if we live forever why live for pointless pleasure? triviality distracts my spiritual endeavor hit the coast i see sand spread endlessly man on a mission to end the world’s apathy / n me i’m still as mathematical as usual creating more hop hip that’s super it soothes the soul people criticize it’s too lo-fi you got too many songs the market needs less supply but you missed the point sucker it’s to keep us from forgetting that the monkey body needs shedding we ain’t aiding n abetting criminals who make this genre make us throw it up here take this molotov cocktail we’ll blow it up every time i break my legs people ask me get us rolling folding ain’t an option with the conscience holding tight n stopping us from acting unright get the goal in sight hell on the left heaven on the right / beavers i like them lungless rappers i like them toungeless break down mold feed off the dead like a fungus funkless reborn thru the lyrical storm shut down whack rap heck we don’t even turn it out (boy she would’ve made a great nun)