I don't know if I still have it in me - another hit song 
you want the heat, I got that wrong kind of chimney 
my export is busted 
you’re neck tortoise mustard 
the absurd sounds profound when the wordsmith is trusted 
only desperate men will trade a rhyme for a message 
Now who'm I gonna blame when I have the least invested? 
when the cattle car gets AC, the battle scars fade 
a master of the blind is just a fancy kind of slave 
the god of rap is stingy if the sacrifice ain’t made 
so step into the realm and get blazed