Clay

When I first landed the damage was outlandish

anguish, anxiousness, and taking it for granted

but when I first landed I was so relieved I lost my focus

so we exceeded recommended dosages

now I hold the crib? that holds the soul that holds the poet skills

exlcusive it leaves illusions of unfocused flows

I don't suppose you're taking too much time

breaking too much mind trying to unravel the parable?

that dismantled and left the lines in need of some assembly

so I can find the secret key and free all the emcees

this planet spins on a thin axis

all axis passes won't help you to grasp the atmos'

I mean, what did you think

my agenda was to freestyle, smile, get paid to smoke weed,

and grab the mic and spoonfeed?

there's more to this than just paying the rent

if you're riding on this song you need to ride it to the end

what could you say as the Earth gets further and further away?

planets as small as balls of clay

some shells get broke

some keep their wigs closed

some get exposed as little man big pose

some make moves and some stay daydreamers

but everbody seems to want some loot, food amd a beemer

well make mine hunter green with camel insides,

10 percent tips, Mr. Pibb and some french fries

inch by inch I take it closer to the shoulder

but day by day it's getting harder to stay sober

once again on the edge, head's inebriated

movement needs motive, it's easier to be sedated

what makes me mighty and another tiny?

why does my psyche give a damn about whether or not you like me?

if this crime's right I might be wrong

I grip this mic tight because it's all I really have a grip on

so let the losers lose and let the players play

the difference is the day to the dust some clay, what

who's world is that? it ain't mine, and I'm grateful

already got a plate full of clay on my table

I'm capable of handling fate, I know this

so do the people that get pissed when this microphonist spits

too many get caught up in the lines that emcees thought up

but it's clear to me the ones that fear me are the one's that outta

I spot a blemish on your planet's existence

I deliver subtle terror submerged in clever sentences

instantly pissin? away the misfits

the only residue that came of the hypothecially spew they sprayed

when they swayed I'd have em

half of 'em can't fathom

where the 'Mats? from

I may be on those

you can ask 'em

at last, when we get down to it

there's more than sand and fluid

in how I revolve and evolve

can we solve the secrets? No.

can we take trinkets? No.

so when the ink hits it's more than just a sequenced flow

I can't bring you with me so I'm a leave me here

centuries from now they're gonna study Atmosphere

carefully I steer, I'm aware life is fatal

when I go, I wanna go like Ho, taken by the play-dough