LYRICS (also on rap genius)

[Intro: Goldie... from The Mack]

Now we can settle this like you got some class or we can get into some gangsta shit

[chorus]

No more silly shit up on my mind now
Took a couple weeks just to wind down
Now they blowin’ up my cell
Like what the hell Yeah - so you’re alive?
Hell yeah baby I’m alive
took a little time just to clear my mind
Hell yeah nigga I'm alive
Grass ain’t always greener on the other side

[verse 1]

Patch the hole in it,
Or air out like all madden
Aaron Hernandez with the cannon
Verbal hyperbole I’m just ventin’
You yet to feel the heat
wave - dominos degrees
come cloaked like assassin creed
give you what you need
or take you from the scene
Burn this shit like Nero
Deep down inside love on a hard drive
she mirror me like raid 1
virtualized it - max out my ram chips
hopeless romantic on the titanic
heart cold as a iceberg as I hold on stranded
Jimmy cracks corn,
Nel don’t give a fuck bout these crops planted
‘less it's a seed of my own labor
Tell me what's greater, knowing I was bred
to breathe flavors, turn pages, fuck that open a new book
on the ages, these aint Stan Smiths baby they Rod Lavers
The boots is Clarks and Dr. Martens Mount Vernon
honest, some pretentious, some pompous
lackin’ moral compass then ask nel don’t make it awkward
those that insist will never conquer my verbal gauntlet
or harlot never touch the heart of a artist
former comments lie dormant more brewing
all that hatred for me got you lying under ruins
Nel been classical my music coming in movements (word)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

Churning butter when it come it beats
To hear me spit yeah its worth the seats
suave design a massage for the mind
The same one who supplied with the beats got the rhyme
my writing leave ghost so please don’t provoke the beast boy
titan no teen toy what with I deploy end of story
mics is checked and your neck where the cord be
courtesy of a real emcee, play chess I drive thru
on them checker wantin' ass niggas, it figures
they asked for Big Buford, gave em’ clips while the music
booming, verbal murder first degree, its the original
hip hop tech analytical, nelwayne the developer
fresh material’s copious, make Yoda say dope he is
indie with mine anachronic outta my time
no need to get signed, rugged and raw
everytime you see me better than before
the new and improved (Nel)

[chorus]

Yeah
Yah uh huh

No more silly shit up on my mind now
Took a couple weeks just to wind down
Now they blowin' up my cell