High on Power

My freestyles alone can make me top 5

I’ll make this a speedy trial just like when a cop's tried

Shots fired, right in your back at the starting line

M is for the martyr's life on the hood of the Mach 5

Hip hop’s alive but I feel like a big part died

Pun intended, took a Notorious L when Pac died

Life passing me by, run til you drop at the Pharcyde

Far cry from the garbage you play in car rides

Fine, got your dame looking at me cockeyed

Why I oughta smoke this marijuana, make me Popeye

She’s soaking wet shoulda checked to see what time is high tide

Black ink sinks into the page to end apartheid

Loose ends in archives yet we keep a part tied

My stance is hardline while stans keep pandering

Rainbow haired mannequins manage to keep damaging

With a heavy dose of arrogance, I blame bad parenting

It’s apparent that most these motherfuckers are parrots

And parasites just begging to be liked for their appearance

Passed every test in my life without a security clearance

Nowadays I’m adhering to the fearless interference

Of those who make careers off of social engineering

The time is nearing to put an end to global profiteering

No one faces books but publish their life online for hits

Then give strange looks at targeted advertisements

But no one seems to mind it like “I got nothing to hide”

Okay that's fine, but don’t come crying when they finally find it

I try to intertwine my rhymes with the divine

And life lessons to apply but sometimes I just see eyelids

Let me redesign it so you can read the signs bitch

I let it fly on your set like this episode's the pilot

That deal you signed is most likely up on some 2 pi shit

It’s coming full circle and you only get 55 percent?

Cmon man how you supposed to function when the line shifts

The pen I write with is likened to Poseidon's trident

On this odyssey alone, no I don’t need a sidekick

Plus I’m psychic, my third iris silence sirens

My minds bent wrong my migraines strain on my brain

Til I grind some fire strains roll it up and light it

Don’t gotta fight pricks, just euro step by em

Just like I was Giannis with a gyro pressed to my lips

You see I’m always eating man, I don’t need a reason

So don’t contort the meaning life is more than breathing

Try to force these fiends to see that they can torture demons,

not resort to leaning

I give it to you straight like how you fakes think Trump is

you dicks must not be circumcised cuz you don’t cut it

I’m not a republican but I’m fucking up the budget

no repercussions eating luncheons drinking Russians and I love it

Let me run it I can lead em and I know what greed does

self-funded by my spirit, let my ego eat crumbs

…je-sus, just look at what we’ve done

went and traded in our green thumbs all for some cheap stuff

So everybody go and put their middle finger up

raise your cup, light that blunt for American freedumb, yup