The Song with the Secret Name

One, two, one, two

My form weird, Bill Cartwright
Shit's real like the arc light
Do cartwheels on the dark side
Divide feels like apartheid
Runnin' 'til I Drop like The Pharcyde
My heart locked in a archive
The car's blocked, there's a rock slide
A large drop of peroxide, belly full of hot lies
Spinning Quelle Chris' Popeye
My head hard like the top of a pot pie
Be a fake king and show love with a hate stream
I sold drugs in a daydream
A home run or a late swing and I'm so stunned when I break things
I used to bomb with the zombies
I separated like the laundry
You can respond to the quandary
It's like Pac rocking with Jon B
The connection's beyond me
Close like your moms and your auntie
Or Busta and Spliff Star, no doubt that it hit hard
I wrote the bars in a grimoire
I broke it down like a foot fracture
I represent who I took after
I say eh like The Bushwhackers, yeah
I collect it all and said it again in a book chapter

I'ma collect all my raps and sell 'em again in a book, like that smart guy
In the meme, with the haircut, yeah

Prickly pear, I'm mentally on a leave
I'm up in the air, we live in the room between
We up in the walls, they say that we all a team
It's total recall, like in a free falling dream
About to begin, we in the deep end
I need a reprieve, I need a weekend
Not one to believe, but we can pretend
I haven't received, if you could resend
This is my week on, about to be gone and flew
The heavy feelings, can only speak on a few
The shit that they said, and even some more, is true
Supposed to move on, dunno what I'm 'posed to do
This ain't a boo-hoo, this ain't a lecture
This isn't a guess or some conjecture
I bought me some knives, I bought a zester
I need a new day, it's been forever