yup
old number 7
pass that jack


Verse one


jesus crist high as satellites
welcome to my small town
no street lights no point of interest

free as our rights as we work up appetites
and as he types and recites he fights at hella heights
i continue to hike till i reach my summit

thats when ill stike then run it just to say iv done it
but when you cant take nothin from it
you start to question n second geussin im stressin

i just continue to make somethin from absolutely nothin
only the moon n stars shine bright at night
and only the man on moon knows what it feels like right

lyrics tight like skinny jeans and wedding rings
i keep it clean like polar springs
when my soul sings

to me its like meditating
im feelin lifted so high im winded hyperventilating
when i start elevating my world is shifted im concentrating

animating and im creating something relating
not irrelevant like an elephant im in my element
without settlement till i vent

this creative gene i got goin on in my noggin
makes your head craven to keep noddin
but i feel like im the third wheel batman catwoman then robin


(hook)
I lean with jim beam and steam blue dream

thats how i redeem myself help my health
free myself
get away of the dream and bemyself


Verse 2
fingers movin to the music like im playin the piano

the keyboard is my ammo
the letters are bullets to rambo
this is my preparation

i start my elevation without hesitation
my separation from the rest of the population
enough with the non sense honest

and those white comments
look up at night im with the comets i promise im on it
you down low with the carpets watch out below! you smell like armpits

you dumn son of (*##$
you outta be pissed
i murdered the list

there was competition till you first listened of this
now im the one to be picked like a tick
im blood suckin slick hick in the muckalee mud where the walkin is thick

find me packin a lip
sip sip on the moon shine in the noon time
in the middle of the sticks with a (*##$ bout to skinny dip take a quick !@&^pic

cousin vin and you know im the %#@! i hip and i hop likea pogo stick
you know i made hit
you pretty boy mother$#&@ers cant even handle it!

this is ridiculous they jealous cause they aint wit us
sniffing angle dust charging like visa plus holding on like pizza crust
all i know is i just got my word and my nuts

and im slicing you up like cold cuts
makin you look like a putz and a klutz
sloppy !@#%s in pick up trucks

smackin butts blowin blunts like lil wayne in his buss
i dont give a $#&@ ever since my pops told me tough luck
so pass that jack poor it in a big cup

and ill drink it up till you hear me hicup
cause thats what this hic does so whats the $#&@ is the fus?
gus..

thank you very much
cuz