It's always a privilege to spit with lars
I'm a reality speaker, forget them cars
I'm learnin how to teleport to reach to mars
When you love this and live this you spit your bars
I spit a quick barrage, switch the odds
Before you get burnt by all these lit cigars
I spit because the time is upon us
Prophecy, education, nostradamus
Are they the future or really far behind us?
Past perceptions tryin to find us and blind us
It's funny especially when nostradamus
That none of these prophecies saw the obamas
Life is a stage and it goes through dramas
So rewrite your script and replace your commas
Life is the crown-work, you're the farmer
The seed is the idea - kris parker!
Everything's fall-every-everything's falling a
Everything's fall-every-everything's falling apart!
You can't control me, you can't control me
Everything's falling apart
You can't control me, you can't control me
