When I first landed the damage was outlandish   anguish, anxiousness, and taking it for granted   but when I first landed I was so relieved I lost my focus   soon exceeded recommended dosages   now I hold the crib? that holds the soul that holds the poet skills   exlcusive it leaves illusions of unfocused flows   I don't suppose you're taking too much time   breaking too much mind trying to unravel the parable?   that dismantled and left the lines in need of some assembly   so I can find the secret key and free all the emcees   this planet spins on a bent axis   all access passes won't help you to grasp the atmos'   I mean, what did you think   my agenda was to freestyle, smile, get paid to smoke weed,   and grab the mic and spoonfeed?   there's more to this than just paying the rent   if you're riding on this song you need to ride it to the end      [Chorus]   what could you say as the Earth gets further and further away?   planets as small as balls of clay (x4)      some shells get broke   some keep their wigs closed   some get exposed as little man big pose   some make moves and some stay daydreamers   but everbody seems to want some loot, food amd a beemer   well make mine hunter green with camel insides,   10 percent tips, Mr. Pibb and some french fries   inch by inch I take it closer to the shoulder   but day by day it's getting harder to stay sober   once again on the edge, head's inebriated   movement needs motive, it's easier to be sedated      what makes me mighty and another tiny?   why does my psyche give a damn about whether or not you like me?   if this crime's right I might be wrong   I grip this mic tight because it's all I really have a grip on   so let the losers lose and let the players play   the difference is the day to the dust some clay, what      [Chorus - 4X]      who's world is that? it ain't mine, and I'm grateful   already got a plate full of clay on my table   I'm capable of handling fate, I know this   so do the people that get pissed when this microphonist spits   too many get caught up in the lines that emcees thought up   but it's clear to me the ones that fear me are the one's that outta   I spot a blemish on your planet's existence   I deliver subtle terror submerged in clever sentences   instantly pissin? away the misfits   the only residue that came of the hypothecially spew they sprayed   when they swayed I'd have em   half of 'em can't fathom   where the 'Mats? from   I may be on those   you can ask 'em   at last, when we get down to it   there's more than sand and fluid   in how I revolve and evolve   can we solve the secrets? No.   can we take trinkets? No.   so when the ink hits it's more than just a sequenced flow   I can't bring you with me so I'm a leave me here   centuries from now they're gonna study Atmosphere   carefully I steer, I'm aware life is fatal   when I go, I wanna go like Ho, taken by the play-dough      [Chorus - 4X]