CRASH COURSE Lyrics

Sick of ridin' boats with no destination

Sick of flying coast to coast with no patience

Sick of bein goated in the wrong generation

Sick of dumb rappers, need some soul trainin

Sick of all these baddies in my house burnin reefer

Money so stacked, i see past the burj khalifa

But the times is ever changin, so respect me like Aretha

Coz one day when im famous, will y'all even be here

She told me dont forget me when you're famous

The day after she was nameless, i forgot where my brain went

When i win, congratulations, they say it with their faces

But as far as im concerned, this aint a first name basis

Face it, its basic, like abc of course

And im here as raps saviour, theyll nail me to the cross

And i carry it, across the battlefield, behind my horse carriages and chariots, somethin like Harriot

I aint got time for marriages, i aint got time for amateur

I aint got time for managers, or time for time management

Fight fire with fire, or sip mai tais in the tannin bed

A fight or flight response, i choose to have a fighter jet

This my military, milling millerburies

As it mizzles mildew blending

Mud miggles down the bedding

The middle mounds, reveals the mineral bearings

But bearing that in mind, may you bear that in your brains

Because bare bones, buried, beneith the basement boards

The shiny bezelled quartz, for the time pass when im bored

Im buildin up a brawl, of nickel plated swords

Im sick of all the whores, im sick of all the psychos

Im sick of all the sickos sticking cyanide in my silos

By that i just mean snaai ous, I exaggerate like hyper

Billy slick and shy bro, still sinnin every night tho

Live and love my life tho, so privileged so insightful

They demand and i supply it, i sing it like mariah

Feels so good to be on fire when u used to be pariah

And i know im raps messiah, coz my chances are too dire

Circumstances dire too, "why should we hire you"

If u dont ill start a fire, so they can fire you

Pursuit of smiles boo, like will smith and syre do

Slappin rocks for Jada Fire's boobs

Tyre you, by that I mean necklacing

Listen, heaven sent

Never get never get

I'm on MF DOOM's level

See I assumed, careful

I don't really hit them rocks

I do pebbles