Chorus - Fuck a lime - it's that Tobasco and tequila That celery salt caesar, getting faded with our feet up, you know When you play this in the speakers, get your glass red Your eyes red up off the reefer, it's that... It's that grown man smoke She get it from her mom, it's that pro-grade dro Light another one and put it in the Volcano So lemme see some to-mato in my caesar, yo Verse 1 - I take my caesar with tequila and a celery stick When I'm weeded, keep it elegant, sick, somebody Tweeted My cerebral holds the knowledge like a memory stick And when I teach I keep the syllabus thick But when it comes to emceeing, I see the act like a plaque or an Emmy stat(ue) It's tourism, piff hidden in the fanny pack Same shades as a Blues Brother, I'm Danny Ack Same fate as a Cool Runner, I'm coming back I'm trying to rock like I know I know how to rock it Namin' names without name droppin', my modus op(erandi) Hands high, be present 'cause man dies I manifest thoughts from the mind with hand-eye and I - When life's bitter as a raw endive - Rely on close family and clock your demise, I'm kidding I wish you all of my best, no bullshittin' It was written so we all could connect with the infinite Verse 2 - I take my shisha with my feet up and my memory lit Achievin' peaks, new zeniths and tips, the slang rhetoric - slick Somebody Tweeted I'm medieval with it A depraved and dirty wordsmith, save me I'm sick I'm the heli, yo, making my every moment seminal Eight degrees of Kevin Bacon, baby, you already know Iron cross - Jean Luc - on a rap mogul I'm 'bout today and not tomorrow so the levy's open Ambitious and flip, vicious and marvelous Supreme, supernatural, keen, divine, glorious The astonishing, stunning, elite, wonderful, and neat The improbable, chief, sublime, prodigious That shit was over-the-top to say the obvious Reposado caesar with lemon and grilled octopus Last thought is a reality check, it's humbled elegance Polishing traditional gems, I'm gone

Verse 1 - Flows like sand through the hourglass Dams in the River of Styx I need to power past Very few get rich off of paragraphs And even fewer have the itch to make it last Thespians said the monologue glowed But the money at the top said it was wasn't en vogue Light show when I move my wrist to light Os Eclipse the heart, struggle will make your light strobe Live from lonely abode Wrote a manifesto of a spirit gone rogue Stitchin' cuts, get my (*scratch) on, yo So through the stereo let my luminous light glow My first record packed shows No one on guest list, no sneakers through back doors Unless you've got divinity lips and you cure woes And roll with a cat pack that stacks the front row Verse 2 - Stepped out the venue with my name on the marquee $6 Rayban steez is buttery Like $35-large a year, dunny, I did it! This is just a slogan connoting what I admitted Let us grab hold of life by the bullhorns And never let go until I'm trackin' out the full song It's just the small pleasures, dolls with my ***** wetted In the front seat, and I don't even whip the Jeep tinted We hit stride and the beat committed The unseen hand of God touch the mic when I'm really blitted This isn't weed rap, it's shroom rap in north country You're white Nikes, I'm Reebok pumpin' Reflect eternally to move somethin', like the verbal To howl a verse at the moon to get a crack at the kernal, word My ambition is hope springing eternal Higher you climb, the further you fall in the inferno

Verse 1 - From the jump and the get-go, ever-restless To reap dividends lent for the time investment In my stance like freelance, no free chances Still I gotta drop a gem every three stanzas Made a wish upon a mic Genie in my AKG, grant me a whip made of ice But you? Naw, you don't start out from the ground To reach the roof, just a have a roof for your sound, look - I can't feel a richer man's pain, devious skill Could make a strong-willed talent want to wane Since I hang with the winners and distributors of slang Maybe the villains with the wage In the future they'll be chilling with the kings Revealing feelings, can I trade you for some change? All alone in my four-cornered room getting mangled Scheming on you record labels Verse 2 - When you listen to Chris Watch for the backhanded compliment, subliminal diss But the frees'll give you crazy epiphs, cool enough To freeze your toes at the tips, I write to ease the feel back Into my nose and my lips, and what's really a trick Is the fact that willy rap's actually cinch When you got a bit of talent and piff, at one with the lit I'll probably write a strong paper to print And cite bars 2,5,6,7, and 10, pursue truth And peruse through the oodles of myth On the internet bootlegging, Googling shit I've got oodles of this, whatever it is Statisticians when we're notching a dip Electricians when we watch for the switch Typecast when I was poppin' my ish madman when I was poppin' my lid Emcees made me flip out my wig

Verse 1- Free admission to the how-to-talk-shit clinic Sick with it, I stick with it until the finish Limerick and a mick with it, elix sippin' The illicitness - hooliganism, pretty British The Ricky Gerv(ais) of rhyming in written word Gang of misfits in society, saying 'word!" The Harold Pinter, a player of the absurd Find me in the middle of winter making a fire for dinner We're legendeers, the map makers of verse Drawing lines, sipping bitters, don't apologize It isn't anybody's fault rap's globalized If this is the Earth, the we're the salt, and so it crystallized The name's Christoper, Quotes that I administer Invoke live rhetoric, running for Prime Minister (whoa!) But there's a whole lotta runnin' to go So in the meantime, on with the show (yeah, yeah, we know!) Chorus - If you got love for yourself, son - bling And got respect for this life quest - ding Went from vexed to the next best thing That's some shit I didn't write yet, see you at the mic check Verse 2 - I picked the lady with the dragon tattoo Cause you gotta make a statement in life or it’ll tell you So I just decorate my view with experiences true And how I know is that telling ‘em to you Wrote a letter to myself at 82 Saying "ever should you need me, I’ll be livin’ within you" Investment is an effort to continue with the muse While Potato Famine broke, a ginge with the flu C+ said Okayplayer, a slow gainer With the tongue like a belt conveyor for blog paper The crew’ll be some felt purveyors of raw data When I’m faded, I recline in my lair because I’m major Where the craft meets brash idiot savant Get it how you live it, your glass –fill it how you want Intuition to flash, the pan’s getting hot Here’s to the past, celebrate, kick back and laugh

Verse 1 - I'm grown now, I feel young inside I got a button-down shirt and a checkered tie Coming down to Earth is a ritual habitually served My spirit is a bird - I let it fly For what it's worth, worried we'd amount to nothing Laying in the cut, nerved, watchin' every writer work But, I'll get it back, get in my fitted hat No whips, I just rented the momentum back My incentive is get inventive but know the path Supernova to Japanova to gettin' cash And you should know the maneuver's over the fucking past Die tomorrow, no remorse, I'm having a blast Break of dawn, new day but a shadow is cast Bad karma on the run, but I'm battling back In the day, when I sat at the back of the class Now I got the chalk in my hand, you're raising your hands Verse 2 - I'm in the prime of my life, 28 and invigorated What I gain from ego verbally syncopated's Affiliated with how I'm tryna stay innovative Add success to the list of shit I ain't afraid of Carpe diem, I'm at the Colosseum The gods of the spectacle, see 'em and want to be 'em The Vice Magazine Guide to Being a Higher Being My teachers always told me to question what I am seein' And that some kind of a fight is respectable Livin' is shed blood till the dots are connectable And if it's any consolation, that's your constellation Make a wish and give praise you're not a vegetable 9 lives to a cat, free passes The globe's an assassin - a God hit that can't stick In the spirit of the moment that I hold gripped You only live once, man - fuck it, I'm just talking shit