[Verse 1] I got four minds in my brain right now Just to think what, why, when, who and how And sometimes these nouns get chewed in vows I make to only break em, for Gods sake take em Theyre kinda useless, like old guys on that new shit Im through kid, this rap shits getting booted Name the last talented vandalist, looted the damages Be outweighing candid kicks he gets When he spits what he wants to, fire by the Bunsen But then he throws the guns in to get the guns running Then the car, so he can speed faster than their running And hes still doing what hes wanting, right? Nah, I live too many lives Living ska, punk rock, copping top ramen nights With a dollar in my pocket and nothing to my name And in debt to my father when my past got lame Doesnt matter bout the flames That be coming out the mouth with the toothpaste Cause real raps fallen off like a toupe Ever since a heat seeker took Jam Master Jay Ok, there, look, I said it no credit Youre embedded with the notion that commotions been settling Down, look all around you, how are you confounded I found that the noise was never loud? [Hook] Played out, played out, played out, played out Repeat x2 [Verse 2] Yuck, look at yourself you fucking mess And in a couple months theyre calling you a fucking pest Ducking messages, owing several bucks to your nemesis In this lifestyle no telling who the winner is Not that thinner kid, he died in 96 when I was six When monkey bars held me by my wrist Eating Kix, the golden age of rap, boom brrap Making scrap of the spitters that were slapping on the tracks Staying paid, living dangerous ways Back when shit never leaked you had to wait for the date Copping CDs, Run DMC to the BeeGees The end of an era giving emcees the night terrors A rappers work is his body and mind Now these kids size it up like its nothing but a paper cut But its nothing, man, I never had to pay for stuff Ill just take the bus, eat scraps and don paper cuffs [Hook]
played, copping, scrap, outweighing, beegees