Eclectic Mind

I'm the Row to the L

To the And, I am

If I wasn't then why

Would I say I can

Rock a mic just as well

As any other man

From the Susquehanna

All the way to Pakistan

So don't stand in my way

If you see me coming through

I'll do what I gotta do

Just to make it through you

Who knew that the Wu

Would inspire me to find my own

Flying guillotine

To chop through your fucking mind

They say snitches get stitches

From New York to Alabama

The 7 inches in my britches

Got bitches goin' bananas

Raiding their Southlands

Like Sherman did to Atlanta

Got them whistlin' on my Dixie

From Japan down to Savannah

Summertime

And the living is kinda hard

When you're wishing

Upon a star

Cuz that don't get you very far

So just pick up that guitar

And let the music flow

Let the rhythm take control

And become your maestro

Let yourself go

Beyond the places you don't know

From the highest of the highs

To the lowest of the lows.

Don't be surprised by the lies

Of those you idolize

It's all just a game

With no chances to win a prize

Don't become the mastermind

Of your very own demise

When the thing you fear the most

Is really a blessing in disguise

I'm in it to win it

So just spin it and finish it

It's roulette, Russian style

Don't try to diminish it

I'm about to blow up

Like some Bailey's and Guinness shit

So just sit back and relax

And just let that trigger slip

You hypocritical prick

Don't trip over that ego

Cuz we know

It's all just for show

Just go with the flow

Reach for new plateaus

And watch the fire

Inside of you grow