Pachino - Rehab

I got a poster of Al Pachino on my wall

With a gun in his hand

And a look in his eyes

Like he might know just how I feel right now

This, too, shall pass

You know I’m quick to go syllable-istic

Nothing majestic, just fresher than the next

I flex through text, so turn up my transcript

Danny ran the gambit

Lamping, lab the lab

Down to collab' on any track you have

I’ve been laughed at for my abstract attack

Actually, they be bullied from what I said way back

The psycho circles like landfill buzzards, they must be the rich birds

I heard a blue jay just say, «That's my cousin»

Zip-a-dee-doo-da, ain’t nothing happening

These rhymes are Randy Moss practicing route-running

But from the couch cushion with the beer

And the sun coming up in the morning

If what’s done in the dark get to look at the light, I’ll keep writing

I’m not a titan, but I’ll spit 'em tight

Wanna stay fighting to make a living with this gift I’ve been given

With all of my might, man, come get it

I got a poster of Al Pachino on my wall

With a gun in his hand

And a look in his eyes

Like he might know just how I feel right now

This, too, shall pass

People, they be looking at me like, «What an idiot»

He need to get a better gig, a job that got some benefits

But they don’t really get that I’m a limited edition

Attempted to spit it ever since a little kid could listen

To Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, Mike, and Ralph, kept his attention

Practicing in repetition

Now I’m a lethal weapon chipping away at this existence

And live in any minute, the minute not limited with timidity

No longer interested in any industry entity

It’ll take a shiny diamond, pretty penny just to get with me

Spit it independently

These companies are human centipedes

Stinking, slimy, slippery

Tricking me for the vivid imagery

My intentions are never to say they need venom or synergy

Danny be in the periphery

Jamming in anonymity

Running with raggedy, rugged, rabid personalities

Making it happen, tapping the pads

Rapping it back at the crib, in the cabin labbing up with Dakota

Said the colder the flow, the better

Let’s go get the cheddar

I got a poster of Al Pachino on my wall

With a gun in his hand

And a look in his eyes

Like he might know just how I feel right now

This, too, shall pass

I guess I’m stuck up 'cause I don’t bust what the youngins love

Just a doomcuff from bumcuff Egypt, my bruv

With dreams of a young buck died quick, like, duh

It’s a venom, it’s venus flytrap once you catch that buzz

Hurry, catch a buzz 'cause guilt is all the trail weighs

But a ton of us collapsed under the need to hellraise

Slow learner, low class, fought and got my bell rang

Acting hard, but I was more chitty chitty than bang bang

'Cause bullets and BBs are just not the same thing

Pumped up with Daisy

Twenty times, the safety

Stays off like the thought process with a brain bleed

Not the sharpest bush axe in the shack, my main squeeze is the M-I-C

I said O-K-E-Ys, and my M-O-U-'s let’s see

Everything is my muse, I’m five-seven, obese

478 is the zip until Alexander deceased

To say the least, life is a trip around the sun 'til you’re done

So I now shoot from the hypocritical hip we’re equipped with

It’s nitwits from Earth

Sick of what we sit with and the anger hurts

I got a poster of Al Pachino on my wall

With a gun in his hand

And a look in his eyes

Like he might know just how I feel right now

This, too, shall pass