[Verse 1: T-Chronic]
Hop up on the stages and I rock it like a spaceship
It's Palmer Squares and Chronic, we're smokin' on the dankest
I don't need no Percocets to burn the stress, I light the herb and rest
Meditate on higher thick and deeper depths
Yo, back up on this planet, I planned it, I got a seed
I'm a planet, no parasite gon' perish our perseverance
Puttin' rappers at a halt like they've just seen The Hulk
We're makin' a difference
I wanna say "Thank you" for takin' a listen
I'm paving thе way with the positive vision
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[?] is my mission, I spat in the mеdicine
Healing my people's the evident purpose
Beneath the surface, lots of furnace
Inside field, got fire burning
Take a chance and make it happen
'Fore that chance turns to past tense
Whether or not you believe it
Everything happens for a reason
You are breathing, your heart is beating
Carpe Diem, staying positive, grade A confidence
Turning goals into accomplishments
Term and Ac 'bout to hop up on this shit

[Verse 2: Acumental]
Yeah, we try harder like Avis
Maneuver through mazes
Garner high wages
Hard to stay vivacious when life's aimless
Lately, I've been feeling kinda blue, Miles Davis
You can find me at the beacon like Mavis
Keep a middle finger high, read the sign language
Completed five stages and I'm still grieving
Tried to put the squeeze on me but I'm still breathing
I'm a feverish fiend, eagerly fleeing the scene
My vehicle speeds clean through a field of dreams
Been vehemently achieving unfeasible feats
But you can't feel at ease when there's people to please
A zooted booze-hound with a fuse blown
Too stoned to cruise home
Chisel rumors onto my tombstone
Oh, for sure! Or at least, I'd assume so
There's a beast on the loose
You've got a leash but I'm Cujo
[Verse 3: Terminal Knowledge]
Yo, square peg inside a hole that's round
Wouldn't know the difference between it and a hole in the ground
The only crown you hold is the crown you mold
Just play the hand you're dealt, somebody's bound to fold
Uh, I'm on a roll, call me hot butter
You the man, do it for the 'Gram like Pap's mother
Hot summer and winters like witches' tit
Stop blubbering bitch, or I'll split your wig
Nobody gettin' my jokes, nobody writ what I wrote
Nobody spit what I spoke, don't try to fix what ain't broke
Not a fan of your fact, you not a fan of yourself
Ask if I want any smoke? I say, it's bad for your health
Relying on muscle memory
High on am-fucking-phetamines
Why I'm wondering why it is
I ain't got any energy
Fighting every enemy
Won't ever see me running, evading
It's an invasion
You won't' ever see it coming, uh