Musubi (feat. Zen Stokely)

Camera obscura, the screech of the Kookaburra
Pointing out a murder to teach 'em all the cure of
The cure-all, the Gerber-life that makes 'em more assertive
Alerted 'em all and curtains fall west of Ventura
Mulling over method in girders, fuck a Joe Smith
I'mma get her over here and I'mma get my toes licked
Tickle a throat, digging a hole when the grown gets
Fickle with the show, now you tell me who the throne fits?
More sick as I grow, shit!
Flow sicker than the ocean
Hit Roy for hip, no sis
It's the trickster, who don't know this?
I'm the action of your rifle that jam when you're in a jam
I'm the Good Samaritan arrival when shit goes to plan
I'm the office you resigned 'cause you ain't noticed the cam
Looking like Musubi, bitch, with all that Spam!
You've been doing all you can just to get that honor roll
Don't give a fuck for friends, long as you be popping though
You've been focused on your ends while your charm is growing old
Talking out your neck now, but where you going though?
You talking like you got it, but still got to go and get it
Act like you ain't bought it when she let you get the head in
Human, but think you're a God, it's hubris but you don't get it
I just think it's odd, how I'm the only one who said it
But I said it, and you heard it, so at least the world got that
I'm the medic and you hurting, so at least I'll stop that
Got the rhetoric and curtains, make sure you get brought back
"Man, I should kill the game with Day One", thought Jack
An animal with hunger, the man who bring the thunder
The drunken pirate's plunder while his crew is taken under
Like the gunner in the Gundam, I'm the Gunter getting younger
Getting hung with Carl Jung 'til the alchemy can blunder

You can call me Yusuke Urameshi with the Rei-gun
I'm a product of the Reagan generation, I don't play guns
I was raising up this hell, puffin' raisins as a young'n
I was pushing, Pusha Lee eclipsing they sun
Should've probably called me Jason
I'm a problem, well, adjacent, I been racing
I been pacing, Jack I need some separation
I been changing, Been erasing
All the problems that's been plaguing me
What more can you say to me?
When this rapper slaying beats on hours
I devour, I been scouring this earth
To find my match and I done found him
Boy I thought this day would come,
This map is ours, got the power
Jackie Mabie, Marcus Lee, yo, yo, yo!
This lyrical exercise
When I'm hearing you, I'm so critical
Critically, you can't mess with I
That's empirical: my skill something like
Hemispherical, I'm a sick individual
At the same time I'm spiritual
Cuz I'm focused healing you
At same time I'm cynical
Listen to all of these rappers that's thinkin' they touching me
Better wish for a miracle
Honestly, think that you bother me, It'll get ugly
I'm talking biblical
Lee is Odysseus, Legendary
And boy, I ain't feeling you
Like, at all, Like you really just bad, dog
Like on you I'll just pass, dog

In a different class like you know we finna pass y'all
Trying to fuck with Thought, Zen or Lee, believe that's a bad call
How you in a bar fight, but you got a glass jaw?
I've been in the pocket like I'm Pac and Terry Bradshaw
"Hold up, please, wait, don't"
Ain't nobody wanna hear you
Talk about all of the shit that we ain't on
It's a lot of motherfuckers thinking all they gotta do is
Try to look cool, play the part
Be a fool, swim with sharks
In a pool, fake supporters be like floaties
That means your homies, that's that artificial
I ain't never had to do nothing to make my art official
Start an issue with starter pistols, these are verbal magazines
So it won't be hard to miss you, I'm Yoda and Yoshamitsu
My quota is close to Vishnu, on rovers that roll to venues
Where your baby momma be at when she said that "I'mma be back
By the end of the night", with her friends in the ride
But she don't really know if her friends in the ride
I'm a pig in the pen, you the end of the line, yeah