This is a song about "Explore"

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Black thoughts never explore their minds, twisted and forgotten,

Black thoughts never explore their roots, up under me,

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

Explore who's back in the ring

Acting like you real or something

To give you a clear view when you explore and lurk

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

Those october days, we'd explore the fields of wonder

I wanna be the center piece of my entire culture

And now you turn the "explore" disputable

And be you, that's when it sounds beautiful

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

Explore the planet to be what i want to be, i plan it

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

I write rhymes in the editor, c'mon let's explore