Theatre Speak

Ah, we appreciate y'all comin' out here
Also, glad as many of you showed up as you could
And, as you know about the drum, we're with the clan
And we'll need yours help
We don't want you to fight for us, nothin' like that
But we do want something that's just as important
We want you to guide us with some, some intelligence

Strive for perfection
Mic conception reflecting to the future
Conspiring sutures
Stigmata Regatta, it's a race to the charter
Have a non-believer screaming, "Oh my father!"
Oh, my father!

Strive for perfection
Mic conception reflecting to the future
Conspiring sutures
Stigmata Regatta, it's a race to the charter
Have a non-believer screaming, "Oh my father!"
Leave a trail of flowers, ah

Give you these bars like a warden's will
Its morphine wrapped in a cordless shell
Four sinks spill behind a foreign grill
From the Dollar menu nigga, over to the foreign grill
So salmonella ill, it'll make your organs spill
'Til the curtains fell, I did it watch endorphins build
I don't fit into your coffin seal
Every offering real

Coughing still, Stanzas all reveal
My spirit died in that hospital December chill
He was on the gurney, my memories could never heal
Boy losing it'll make you know just how the treasures feel
Shooting dice in the heavens, spinning our record reel
Now that's airplay!
I turn the ladder of success into a stairway
None of my niggas got a fair play

Hairpin trigger been a hair away
I blast away ya padre
Castaway in Bombay
Superglue vaporize my face
I sew it like a tailor how I seamingly rise great
From my gangway to Marseille
Green beret hurdles, nigga my clarks gray
I carry my arms just this way

Spray and disappear like Armistice Day
I been harnessed this way
My hypothesis is, marvelous cake
Will take the Karma away
Spartacus blade make ya artery spray
Pardon me, my words I mold like pottery clay
I somberly pray
Colt 45, I be on that horse play
My sins I wash away inside a crown royal bay

Strive for perfection
Mic conception reflecting to the future
Conspiring sutures
Stigmata Regatta, it's a race to the charter
Have a non-believer screaming, "Oh my father!"
Oh, my father!

Strive for perfection
Mic conception reflecting to the future
Conspiring sutures
Stigmata Regatta, it's a race to the charter
Have a non-believer screaming, "Oh my father!"
Leave a trail of flowers

Have him like, like he'll be serving them drinks and
Sitting out down the back pouch, talking to his friends
He's allowed to say anything, but just keep your ears open
And then when you get all that information
We'll see to it, that he did put this on a good use