I'ma give the gold back to the good people of Nottingham
I'm Honus Wagner in a coffee can
Freehand circles like only Optimist or Kofie can
Like a shaman of a Hopie clan, rosin on his choking hand
I'm hoping you don't notice that I'm focused on your fulcrum
Blam! ...I'm the second a soul leaves a broken man
Rare.
Haha - but I'm not joking and
Shouts to my Smart Bomb fam - yeah, that's my Oakland jam
Rare.
Rare.
Rare.

I'm your last hallucination of the first translucent Asian
To straight captivate the nation and encapsulate patience
Let us pray for the racists that I don't start giving out facelifts
And end up in some bracelets
Shit
I'm busy shooting stars down with bars
And a large sound that's Mars-bound - I'm flying cars now
Rare.
I'm Michael Jordan in Space Jam
I'm Flash Gordon swimming in grape jam - and it's great man

Oh
I am the loophole - and the candid pupil who knows no fucking fluke
So prevalent, represent the record skip accordingly
33 1/3 verses a 45 - I'm a 43
Rare.
Sorta like riding a swordfish while snorkeling in outer space
About face and outpace the moons I'm orbiting
The ghost of future past in the fast food that you're ordering
I drink your milkshake while chortling

And it's all so damn laughable
Between us, I'm just half a genius and half a fool
Regular.
Thus far the rest are just sub-par alcoholic college kids
Who return to their suburb with a nasty pub scar - in a thug's car
It's like I'm stuck where the shrugs are
Reoccurring nightmares of a white-haired drug czar
Who planted a bug in my grandmother's favorite nug jar
Screaming "Wunderbar! It's okay, they love war!"

Yeah, that shit that makes your blood boil
Blood diamonds in blood oils
Fables to cover foibles
Rare.
Like I stay loyal: First man, Earth man
Man, I stay soil

I'm ahead of my time as far as famous goes
It's like y'all's brains are dangling straight from your anus holes
Rare.
I'm at the Comic Con wearing Ghengis clothes
Hanging out with strangers who can't hang with his strangest flows

Rare.
The good guy and a good cry
Rare.
The definition of "failure to thrive" after the last goodnight
Rare.
Like all the beauty I see in my good eye
Like not knowing the world's about to end and saying goodbye

Goodbye
Good try
Rare.