This is a song about "Commedia dell arte"

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow

I think you swallow your brain is hollow

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

His depression never ceases but he keeps hiding it well

Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though

Just don't tell 'em i'm a demon and my fuckin' soul's hollow,

Niggas is unifying as we speak

But this goes so deep, -real deep-

I'm trying to take you where nobody going to pay you, kid

Falling right back over like a hollow broomstick

Deep down got a burning ambition,

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

The dead society of a poet

I put lipstick on my hollow tip