Momofuku
Rappers know that I'm a rock n roller
Eating yakisoba, lock and load, I'm talking guacamole
Got the pocket full of macaroni and a line from Machiavelli
I can barely watch the telly, please don't hit me on my cell
Filling up my belly, ain't got no alimony
All these spitters on the stage, not in my category
I've been writing allegories way before I heard the soundtrack
Hit you with profound facts
I've been living life with my head down, eyes low, rent up, my phone rings
But I can't pick up, sick fuck, still stuck in the hole that he dug himself
Keep my head down, eyes low, act up, better back up, pack up
Before they get the backup, breaking out the shackles, throwing off attackers
I don't even wanna really want the money if it means I'll be lost
Living by the green of the moss
Killer Croc with chicken pox, looking clean in his Crocs
I'm a fiend for the shock, got the team in a tropical dream with bars
Out in mars, thinking bout the scene that I've seen in the stars
The contemplation of constellations, a commonplace kid over compensating
All I want I really is peace
All I want really is love
All I really need is time
All I really need is time
Rain drop, drop top, cooking in and cleaning the crock pot
All I wanna be is a rock star, die like Mufasa, vibe Muramasa, smile like Baraka
First of my kind like Barack Obama with divine Vinyasa
Climb to the casa, sign into Xbox live and I'm lost to the world
My palace in Palestine, my malice be alkaline, my fantasy fantasized, I captain the enterprise
The dream that I set aside, the feeling you'll never die
The meaning of life that caused Keenan and Kel divide
Making my bucket list as quick as I'm making a buck, I'm lickety split with the stuff
You gotta reckon I'm listening up
I'm a bit caught up inside a kick starter, small, moving forward, I feel like Vince Carter
Or maybe I'm Batman dude meditating out in Kathmandu
Cool kid, dual hit, too sick need a hazmat suit
I'll be flyer than my last tattoo
I'm the shit like I'm outbound food, If you got a message you can pass that through
If you feeling reckless you can blast that proof, I split from the jive, you can ask Papoose
All I really want peace
All I really want is love
All I really need is time
Eating yakisoba, lock and load, I'm talking guacamole
Got the pocket full of macaroni and a line from Machiavelli
I can barely watch the telly, please don't hit me on my cell
Filling up my belly, ain't got no alimony
All these spitters on the stage, not in my category
I've been writing allegories way before I heard the soundtrack
Hit you with profound facts
I've been living life with my head down, eyes low, rent up, my phone rings
But I can't pick up, sick fuck, still stuck in the hole that he dug himself
Keep my head down, eyes low, act up, better back up, pack up
Before they get the backup, breaking out the shackles, throwing off attackers
I don't even wanna really want the money if it means I'll be lost
Living by the green of the moss
Killer Croc with chicken pox, looking clean in his Crocs
I'm a fiend for the shock, got the team in a tropical dream with bars
Out in mars, thinking bout the scene that I've seen in the stars
The contemplation of constellations, a commonplace kid over compensating
All I want I really is peace
All I want really is love
All I really need is time
All I really need is time
Rain drop, drop top, cooking in and cleaning the crock pot
All I wanna be is a rock star, die like Mufasa, vibe Muramasa, smile like Baraka
First of my kind like Barack Obama with divine Vinyasa
Climb to the casa, sign into Xbox live and I'm lost to the world
My palace in Palestine, my malice be alkaline, my fantasy fantasized, I captain the enterprise
The dream that I set aside, the feeling you'll never die
The meaning of life that caused Keenan and Kel divide
Making my bucket list as quick as I'm making a buck, I'm lickety split with the stuff
You gotta reckon I'm listening up
I'm a bit caught up inside a kick starter, small, moving forward, I feel like Vince Carter
Or maybe I'm Batman dude meditating out in Kathmandu
Cool kid, dual hit, too sick need a hazmat suit
I'll be flyer than my last tattoo
I'm the shit like I'm outbound food, If you got a message you can pass that through
If you feeling reckless you can blast that proof, I split from the jive, you can ask Papoose
All I really want peace
All I really want is love
All I really need is time
Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Varghese
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