Intro:
TDB:
I don't know about this job thing man...
I'm not sure if I'm cut out for that (defense on 3)...

Verse:
Work makes free
Money makes moves
Freedom ain't free
Scrilla ain't too
Gotta make papes
Need to make moves
Find some new friends
Meet a new Boo
Want to get back
Try to let loose
Get running so fast that they'll never catch Booth!
You could be my bird and I could be your man
Take a new path
Begin to understand
That Booth back in the day was a catastrophe
One of the freakiest deekies man I had to be
One of the best off the top but I did that for free
And I do that for me
Because it has to be
One of the queerest ass things a white metro could be
Still hold down Redondo Beach to Maplewood, Misery
I'm a hurricane and you're hardly drizzling
Got kicked out my place at night out shivering
In a hallway in U-City at 3:00 in the morning
After Lojic with Frozen Food and The Royal Illete
How could this bum rappin' end up happenin' to me?
I always thought eventually I'd be delivered from defeat
By the same God that told me 'Definitely don't be discreet...
If you don't put it out there
No one will be there to see
All of the myriad ways you express infinity
Lead a better life: See, Think, Be Pure Synergy
That transcends Time, all crime, all mimicry
With a home brewed flavor I savor like chicory

At the coffee shop
In line behind Ms. Hickory Dickory Dock
Hear her on her Blackberry Storm
Flippin' some slippery talk
"Oh, I'm busy every night that you're off...
That sucks...No I'm not blowing you off!"
She reaches the front of the line and
Abruptly gets off
Takes a look at me and her mini-crows feet go soft
For 15 seconds her eyes are breaking me off
She's hot, fit, 36 on the dot
The kind of chick that comes equipped
With the condoms and pot
And makes love like it may never ever stop...

Now that's she's softened
It seems the only option is to
Buy her a scone and
Get this mothertrucker poppin'!
I do my best to channel my inner Christopher Walken
And affirm that my swag is more rockin' than Dokken
And not crushin' this chick is not an option
I need this chick like the Mailman needed Stockton
And I'm on point again
Ex Boy on the joint again
"Hi...My name is Tucker, Girl, and
I know we're going to be friends..."

Bridge:
Make Love...Til the end of time, t
The end of time and back again...
Unless another hiccup or slip up
Gets my ass jacked again...
She's so gone and
Never ever ever coming back and then...
And now here's this new nipple queen
Steppin' up to the tip and
Damn I want this chick from
My pale subconscious...
All the way back to school at Wisconsin...

[Toth]
Someday, I'm gonna be famous!
No, you're not.
I'm gonna go against the brain width!
No, you're not.
I'm finna take the whole game kid!
No, you're not.
You're gonna do what you do, so go smoke your pot.

You're just jealous, wait and see,
you're not nearly as talented as me!
I'm underground like Mos and Kweli!
So stay there, like Pac and B.I.G.

What?!?
Shut up, and do something with your frustration,
any idea you didn't use, you just wasted,
any trend you warmed to, you just faked it.
What's the point of living hip hop if you just hate it?

Your castle of sand was built upon talk,
the best wrestle the land and build upon rock,
cause when that media storm comes to flood your spot,
and you got nothing to show except a bunch'a squawk,

good luck. For real, hope you're Irish kid,
but it takes more than luck to keep your stylus big.
The same logic applies to when you find a chic.
Can you know her soul, when you ain't spent time with it?

Love's about your gifts, not your taking,
and it's not really concerned with your safety.
This is none of my business, sure, hate me,
just don't be mad at the fact that work makes free...