RIGHT ON

Something to draw
Need something to write on
I see electricity in the pylons
Look at it running the race
Everything you doing erased
What it feel like?
Hit wit the mace
Tight pace
What I’m keeping
Got the reaper on me
Like you
What the hell would I be
Without it
If you think it shout it
Lost my mind
I think I found it
Away
Live to fight
Another bright day
I am god
So why would I pray
You are god
Above a white page
The creator
Maker of rage
Painter
Paint the canvas
I ate the mantis
I saved the pandas
I hate they brand us
Can us like some kampbells
Jesus had no socks under his sandals
I can’t ride a bike without the handles
I can’t ride a scooter have a tutor
Shoot the Buddha eat some gouda
Say it ruder, tell who did I trample
Ramble
On about some nonsense
I’m unconscious
I don’t have cricket for a conscience
Kelp forest where the magic conch is
Violent crucifying like I’m Pontius
Pilate flying high above Olympus
She’s an angel give that bitch a nimbus
Bengal tiger biting off ya fingers
How am I supposed to eat these Pringles?
Image in yo head is how I want it
Finish on the bed and lie upon it
(Right on)
In the car it moving fast
Foot up on the gas
Everything we tend to pass
Leave it in the past
I know what my momma asked
I just didn’t answer
Got her foot up on the dash
She my tiny dancer
She my tiny dancer
Move it hula girl
Not a girl wit cuter curls
Imma stack these commas
We could be like the Obamas
We could rule the world
Baby girl just pick a country
Ain’t worried bout no money
Ain’t worried bout nobody
Fast
Foot up on the gas
Everything we tend to pass
Leave it in the past
I know what my momma asked
I just didn’t answer
Got her foot up on the dash
She my tiny dancer
Breaking breaking down the gas
Don’t want smoke want cancer
You could you could you could ask
You can’t get me canceled
Shake it shake it shake ya ass
How it in yo pants too?
How he do it? You could ask
Grip this pen no pencil
Baby baby baby girl
Shake that ass for a nigga
I’ll give you the world
Man I love it how you bend yo back and make it curl
Yeah I put that necklace on yo shit like pearls
Yeah I cook that rock I stir it make it twirl
Troubled kid with the troubled mind
Troubled kid with the troubled past
In the trouble I grew up fast
In the rubble I sit my ass down
I’ll smoke you like I smoke that grass
I broke him like I broke that glass
I dropped out I aint go no class
Had to cut off a lot friends
Had to cut off a lot of people
Cuz lots of people round me were evil
Cuz lots of niggas were weak and feeble
Om
Thank
God that I got out alive
My momma never lost faith in my mind
Let it out
When I was young
I used to play with legos til the morning sun
I used to play with legos now it’s boring son
No one would play with me I’m the foreign one
He ain’t had no butthole so I tore him one
I didn’t know what a country was now I’m touring one
All I wan' do is get on tracks I was born to run
In the field I grip that stick it’s a hole in one
Why would you commit a crime with a stolen gun?
Rat-a-tat-tat
Grip that gat and push his hat back
Is yo momma proud of you now?
No she’s not this much is true now
(Right on)
Right on
As you go, remember this: where is Yin there is always Yang