Hook:
Passion’s lost ‘cause they stole the barter’s luck
They say, “dumb it down”, but I’d tell ‘em to “smarten up”
Leave those hair-brained schemes for the charter bus
And, don’t start with us

Verse One:
Broken promises and smear campaigns are as worthless as a stiff Congress
Doubt lingers ‘cause you never kept honest
Walked the loner’s path so I don’t get gotten
‘Cause, with all the kiss-and-tell gossip, you could tell pompous jerks been trapped in R. Kell(y)’s closet
With that, I’d wreck comments and neglect offers
I use the top, and not the kind that makes that thing between your legs hotter
Metronomes set compass as fresh authors
Bless contents for the break they rarely gave Nell Carter
Though the madness distracts, I’m out to master self-knowledge
And, fill my chronicles with bare essentials, word to Kleph Dollaz
Attack tracks like lead poppers
Harder, then slicker than jigalos and cult-like pimpin’ that test convents
Paper gangsters shelf prophets as they intercept profits ‘til their reps fallen
So, followers are left with failed homage
Like jet bombings, public figures met constant fear of dirt from their ex-goddess
Or, contact with a next comet

Hook (2x):
Passion’s lost ‘cause they stole the barter’s luck
They say, “dumb it down”, but I’d tell ‘em to “smarten up”
Leave those hair-brained schemes for the charter bus
And, don’t start with us

Verse Two:
When situations stay intense
I’m dodging lost battles in psych wars with nimrods that hate their skin
And, stay sharp and clean like Dayton rims
Blood, sweat, tears, time, mind, body, soul, and beats are made to blend
Soon as we lace the gems, we’re told to break and bend
Fall in line with the latest trends, and forsake your friends to taste that win
Made some slimy moves that disgraced your kin
And, disregard your worth like fresh gear and a waste of gin
Bitten by snakes with grins that later wish to make amends
It’ll be the coldest day in Hell before you see the J pretend
I peep game through woes that folks’ brains expend
Reckless once fame began; now, (are) calling for the pain to end
Similar to virgins trading senses for some fatal trim
Lights are staying dim because they view life through grainy lens
It’s said, “From the cradle, it’s Heaven; then you’re condemned to Satan’s den
Because you flash like switchblades with sin.”

Hook (2x):
Passion’s lost ‘cause they stole the barter’s luck
They say, “dumb it down”, but I’d tell ‘em to “smarten up”
Leave those hair-brained schemes for the charter bus
And, don’t start with us