Hello.. 
Hello everybody name's Kristoff Krane, 
Walk around the town with a pissed off brain. 
Naw, not really, I ain't mean I'm nice. 
I feed my machine kale beans and rice. 
Used to find release in Jesus Christ, 
Then I broke free, don't believe the hype. 
The type to take a poop on the devil, 
Please, do forgive me for stooping to your level! 
If you dig, then scoop here's a shovel, 
Either hit china or a dirty mud puddle. 
Yeah, and there's only one light, 
Stuck at the end of the tunnel, I really don't like. 
Trying to put the pieces of the puzzle back together 
Just to watch them all fall back all apart on my whole life! 
Help, help, there's a knife in my back 
Looking forward to the time I died to myself in the past. 
To hell with the trash! 
You only get to Heaven if you recycle the message! 
So I, so I? I fell then I laughed, 
Trapped in a well full of gas and antidepressants 
My family genetics was left with a shred of evidence 
That deadened the senses and affected the perception 
It's only a matter of time before we clearly remember it 
Slowly climbing a ladder to the sky of where forever lives. 
Carborator stained cuz the driver let it idle 
Passenger up in the back thinking about survival, 
Someone take the reins before they take us to a Ohio 
And pretend we're in Atlantis, and brand us with a smile. 
The cameras are flashin now, I wanna pack my shit up 
Move back to Kansas, now tap three times. 
And hey, they say hip hop's changed 
Why? cause you're listening the Kristoff Krane! 
Someone once asked me if I sniffed cocaine 
I took a deep breath and said ick, no way! 
It's no worse than getting gold chains 
Drivin to the club, trying to get more dames, 
I rather get knocked out, backwards, 
World flipped upside down yelling it's OK 
To the actors and actresses who do just that, act, 
You lack the passion it's about time to set it straight, 
Cause you've been holding it wrong the whole time 
Now it's all bent waiting for the right time to die 
And I, I don't need to name no names 
You know who you are and I hope you feel ashamed 
I can tell that you don't feel happy when you smile 
Cause the music that you makes like stealing candy from a child 
See, I rather hear somebody talk about guns 
If that's the life that they came from and 
Something that they've actually done 
While you sit and criticize, and talk about love in a 
Manipulative manner like "Lifes about having fun." 
I refuse to take pride in where I'm from 
Cuz even if you're talking about Earth, 
You're still forgetting about what's above, beyond, 
Like a pawn whose been shoved right infront 
Of a king in the ring with no gloves on 
You got no guts, so how's your brain 'gon stomach it? 
You're so afraid to innovate, you recreate what others did 
Now I know why you won't give me props 
Cause you think that I'm a threat to your pretty, pretty plot. 
But it's all good were in the same pot, 
And as the heat rises we'll see who makes it to the top. 
Hello nobody name's Kristoff Krane 
Walk around town with a pissed off brain 
Not really I aint I mean I'm nice. 
Feed your machine kale beans and rice! 
If you try once and fail then try it twice 
Eat a piece of ginger, ninja tonight 
Walk across city scape, run into the woods, 
Everything you though you did, but you never could. 
Ay, hip hop's changed! 
Play the guitar, Kristoff Krane! 
Even if you can only play C, to F, to G, okay. 
Hey, say this will work for now 
Go pick flowers, by a dead cow 
[shout outs]