Verse 1:

Walk in with a rebel strut, hearts more darkened than a nurtured mutt.
Glass shattering like Steve Austin, don’t what me man; unless ya want a swift kick to the gut.
What can I say I’m a stone cold punk;
Not some flower smelling hippy monk.
Even though I can’t lie, when I was young and dumb I used to take a hit of the skunk.
Thinking I was a gangster or a don, heavy head wears the crown, till ya up and gunned.
Or Hanged by your own golden chains, fame is a messy blood bed, where many succumb.
Poisoned by the very crown they longed for; till they forget where the **** they came from!
Where everyone fights to the death for some ******* crumbs!
Perhaps we truly are slaves? Perhaps we truly are nothing more than bottom feeding ****?
****.

Hook:
****, Best turn up the volume, let the world replay.
Can’t silence the truth *****! No, nuh uh, not today!
Even if they try to blacklist my name, just like magic I dunk through the static and reinvigorate the game.
So, even if critics chirp or ya get your feelings hurt, I’ll be sitting back with my millions not feeling a thang!
What can I say? I keep **** simple and plain!

Verse 2:
Got to watch where ya sneeze,
Might just alert some companies,
To ones whereabouts;
Next thing ya know ya get your documents seized.
It’s not even Sunday service yet but here ya are down on your knees.
Down on your luck, down for the three.
Gotta watch how ya speak, might just trigger the beast.
Shadows never cease, yet unable to be paid with one’s pleas.
I guess it’s true that demons aren’t concerned in the least.
Iron echoes in rounds,
Hearts pound, boots thud with resounding sound.
A rhythm which attracts the hounds.
Like a woke **** when ya mispronounce their pronouns.

Hook:
****, Best turn up the volume, let the world replay.
Can’t silence the truth *****! No, nuh uh, not today!
Even if they try to blacklist my name, just like magic I dunk through the static and reinvigorate the game.
So, even if critics chirp or ya get your feelings hurt, I’ll be sitting back with my millions not feeling a thang!
What can I say? I keep **** simple and plain!

(Verse 1)

Once upon a time, living in streets full of crime.
Got economy turning Oppenheim, poisoning the community with hopes filled with turpentine.
Got many coping to make a dime instead of snorting some lines.
***** so taxing it be giving me some wrinkled lines.

Watch as others front with them gold chains danglin’, ignorant to fact that most of populace be dangling.
Some by the rope, some by the ledge, at each throats, even got some finagling for they bread!
Perhaps that’s why everyone today be so crusty, wishing they were dead.
Everyone starts out a dreamer till reality shoots em dead.
To the facts that society never really cared.
****.
They say shared pain links stories;
I say scars harden tissue, everyone wants the glory, till the fame up and guts you!
So, best learn to stay humble and go find yourself a loyal crew.
Cause when absolute power corrupts, there ain’t **** you can do!

(Chorus)
I’m the goon with many tales, got style so divine,
Silk shirt shinin’ as I sip upon that wine.
Walk with a bop, see them haters fall in line,
Legends never rest, the crown will soon be mine.

(Verse 2)

Homelessness on the curb, as many stroll with ease,
In them Tailor-made suits; ya you bet they got that lapel crease.
They say karma is a ***** that plays *****;
So better watch your ******* knees.
Praying for forgiveness, but not even God’s going to hear ya pleas!
Got to help your fellow man to cure the disease.
There’s a reason for law and order man;
Like can you imagine if we just did what we pleased?

Every life eventually stops, but the clock stays ticking without prevail.
Reflecting on them schemes pulled off; to the nights spent in jail.
Best believe I never snitched, ***** I rather burn in hell!
Gotta kept that honor tight, otherwise the vultures start to swell.
While the weak cower & fold, I stand up with confidence knowing I will prevail!
I’m the goon with class, movin’ at my own pace.

(Chorus)
I’m the goon with many tales, got style so divine,
Silk shirt shinin’ as I sip that wine.
Walk with a bop, seem them haters fall in line,
Legends never rest, the crown will soon be mine.

(Bridge)
Now the lessons I’ve learned, they don’t come cheap,
From the flashy nights to the secrets I keep.
Respect over fear, but I’ll lay it down swift,
Eyes sharp as blades, and my word’s my gift.

(Outro)
So remember the swag, the story, the game,
The goon who one day will stroll down the hall of fame.
Be careful not to brag, stay humble, stay sane;
Reach for the moon, don’t let no one or nothing keep ya tamed!

Got a mind like a fortress, thoughts garrisoned within.

Philosopher's stone flow, chosen one turning frowns to grins.

Masked like zorro, but I ain’t playing pretend.

Do you see the faux pas dear dora? Or is this too hard to comprehend?

The only gadget I use is my mic and my pen, so don’t test me;

I'm batshit with the counterstrike built right in.

So, Better stop to smell the flora, before ya taste lead.

Gotta have that intuition masked with an Aphrodite ready to burst like an unloaded grenade pin.

That’s what happens when ya suppress sin.

And they say that ya couldn’t weaponize one’s kids!

****.

Corporate reject leaving pirated feedback of a mumbling degenerate.
Like a Ryan Seacrest to one’s Johnny English, gotta always double-check your prejudice.
The economy is in a deficit that ***** us over more than Jimmy’s speech impediment.
Hard not to be a pessimist when ya get cucked over by the government.
Inflate the autonomy till it impeaches God's Ten Commandments.
Freedom of speech, till the speech comes from a place of malicious intent.
Haunted spirits, left unchecked, hijack the morals of even our best mates.
After all, there is a thin line between love and hate.
Don’t forget, you gotta always respect the deck and protect your neck!

This world’s so twisted, got us drowning within the system.
Till we ain’t got no more immune system.
Like we some unvaccinated children.
Falling short from reaching the Sun.
Ending up a master of none.

Don’t underestimate the ants unless ya want to end up like Kite.
Reap what you cultivate, just ask France about their revolution plight.
Everyone wants a slice of cake, however there ain’t enough rafts in sight.
That turns desperation into chicken fights.
Commercialized violence, enjoyed by those that worship the anti-Christ.
But get away with it cause everyone has a price.
Just ask the million dollar man, or hell ask his son who committed a million dollar scam.
Oh, ****, folly sure weighs heavily, unless ya rich enough; in that case you just get a slap on the hand.
Golly G, certainly, stress breeds grey hairs almost on demand.
So, instead of going all Claude van dam one better;
calm down with some collard greens, after all there’s better ways to cope my man!
Just remember kid to always respect the deck and protect ya neck for…

This world’s so twisted, got us drowning within the system.
Till we ain’t got no more immune system.
Like we some unvaccinated children.
Falling short from reaching the Sun.
Ending up a master of none.

Sunflower seed spits, gun for hire, Vibe with Corey shades, knowing he full of secrets.
Ignite the cowards that run for Mother,
Another prideful story, gone astray like Icarus.
That leaves a sour taste in our mouths like some black licorice.
Gunpowder sure exceeds the promise, none the wiser, distracted by ripened glory days;
Of Self-absorbed anointed hubris.
Recite the honours of made-up powers,
Another greedful story, gone astray like Faro Argyus.
Starseed over, I need just one more beer, so make haste, 'cause I can't go without the liquorish.
Yes, this is such a fine ***-hour for a dumbfounded minor wasted into a plastered blurry haze.
Another gluttonous story, gone astray like my dear friend Marcus.

Perhaps this as far as we gets.
Stuck in a lapse; gazing over the white picket fence.
But grass ain't always greener.
For without perspective suckers stay dense.
& get jipped by the cleaners.

Reap the bonfire or heed humility dear son,
Gotta watch out for your own ship or get piled into your own ****.
Brutal truth hits the deepest, calling out the spades of a man-child gone amiss.
Never grateful of the things he gets.
A jealousness that stems from a deep seated emptiness.
Another envious story, gone astray like Sir Topas.
**** Maslow and his needs, I’d rather stay ignorant, never fitting in like a real life misfit.
Stuck in a Mid life crisis, just another midnight with another mistress undressed.
**** consequences and the interest, never pay the piper, let plan B be my witness.
Just another lustful story, gone astray like Kitty Bennett from Pride and prejudice.
Stoke the fire, burn down buildings and towers, remember the fallen, but there ain’t no Batman in our darkest hour.
Just a bunch of chaotic jokers that have decision making powers, ready to go nuclear.
So better say your prayers cause life just ain’t fair.
Another wrathful story, gone astray like…

(Sirens sounds and sounds of bombs going off interrupting my sentence, basically inferring that I was about to say ‘like us.’ But it was too late to say so. Also I didn’t mention sloth purposefully, the idea being I was too lazy to do so.)

Gotta watch for these two-tongued slippery snakes.
The devil presents Prada, underlying his scorched hate.
Stringing fools along like Geppetto, as he be chillingly sipping tea;
For such is his devilish trait.
That turns our once great heroes into pedos; such is the till of the tape.
The type of **** that truly sits with me.
Wondering if being a celebrity is all its cracked up to be.
When I see humans repeating our dark histories.
Such Insane Albert E’s that be getting ahead of their civil liberties.
Pushing the envelope more than baby oil at one of diddy’s parties.
Juxtaposing phrases like hoping everyone comes clean.
For it doesn't take a black light to see the double mean.
**** is disgusting, but such is humanity.

Hold up just a minute as I am spitting this philosophy.
Before you get brain rot and have a lobotomy.
Take a break, have a Kit Kat, or do whatever you need to do to maintain this mise-en-scene.
Mmm… Food and all that, if you know what I mean!

Growing up from generations bastardized,
Growing up trying to cope with these ******* eyes.
How can I grow? Tell me how can I grow?
They say you reap what you sow.
My family has wept, broken and bruised intoxicated by the white man's wheat.
A fire water that still burns to this day.
You can see it everywhere the homeless sleep & the vultures creep.
Such is the state of decay.
That spreads like the disease of a small box blanket.