Master of None

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Cleared the cache and the last of my info
If we cleanse it, we cleanse it right
What's left is the past and the mentos
Few minor streaks of an old life
Made sure there was nothing they could dig up
No thorns they could use as a pay stub
But in the blind eyes of the truth
One bad quip and the plan goes poof

Had a blue sky origin story
Birthday cards congratulatory
The coins in my piggy bank
We're worthless, drops in the gas tank

We ate well, made for matrix
Made to be maintained in between day trips
Knew to play my role, never missed a step
Knew half from whole, knew a tear from sweat

Yet along the road, I sought the fire inside of the struggle
Not a whole lot goin' on in my bubble
I was runner without a rebuttal, bang
Soon came the dawn of a capital gain
Along with the death of my room to complain
Little by little I flexed what I built
But not all my sonic was covered in silk I was

Far from perfect, far from the kid that you went to church with
Urked by the birth of the modern purpose
Dispersed to the worst of the hurt on the fallen surface
Look at how long its been, look at all the termites under my skin
Nothing ever sticks, so its off the Teflon
Defcon nightmares just to be slept on
Imagine that, the Pickett fence and the thermostat
The stay-at-home, we go tit-for-tat
Bring the bacon and I get some ass
I get some ass, how great is that

Should I say please
Serve to appease every of them needs
Water the seeds
Bathe you in butter
Pull out my hair to be shit in the gutter

Save it for the Johnny Bravos,
The plastic broads on the boats to Cabo
Milquetoast burned to the third degree
Is just one more bone to be bagged to me
Who woulda thought all the strangleholds
Could've turned me into a cynical asshole
Had a rough idea, harnessed the pain into warm tortillas

Rob Van Dam, I was on a roll
Head Huncho man, with a mind with a mind of gold
It was 20-20 in the monocles
No shirt no dice, just chronicles
Like riddick, no other way you can spin it
I'm on the up cause I ate all my spinach
Pushing my wit to the length of the limit
Not caught in the cross of who done or who did it

And as of late yeah the pays been weak
Takes a little help for your boy to get sleep
Health not exactly in tip-top shape
Looked down upon like I can't push weight
After hours in the cold showers
Eyes ran red with a shot of blood
Playing victim to a cold system
Pushed too far for the pull to plug

Is it rhyme or reason, manic season, times two times a million, gold pavilion
Gangrene mustangs
Sick from the money in the burlap sacks
Pot of piss in the kitchen that I won't walk back
I need spirit
Low end kicks with a kick
I need lyrics
Typa shit that burns bulbs when you hear it, when you here it
Got my tongue in your cheek

Running away with the moment you seek
Headed for nothing but bubbles and squeak
Gunning for bullets to hold me to heat but
Afraid to look back cause I kept the receipts
In it to win it was always the goal
Even when tangles had taken their toll
Couldn't put a price on my heart & soul and you can't shut down what you can't control

Took a blow to the chin, ready for war when the rush kicks in
When the Rhodes kick in, when sax kicks in, when the stacks kick in
Will the stacks kick in
Will I be stuck in a box with my dick in my hand
Or butt ass naked on a catamaran
2 cubans on deck, taste of victory
Pass it on down and the rest is history

I'll be the first and the last to bless ya
And I might just jailbreak the Tesla
Shotgun seat with a gang full of misfits
Riskin' it for the last of the biscuits
Send my regards to your puppets
Hope you find courage to one day say f*ck it
Float like an MJ, sting like the feds
Imma get mine before I'm dead

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