VERSE ONE: Hesitant to go against Cancel Culture lest I get lumped in with racist, dense muthafuckas in this fucked-up Western World, that think their rights are trampled on. Oh, they’re not wrong - depends on what side of the fence you’re on of the con’! Shut others down to keep their nose up real high? Realize, polarization has seen a real rise - before I wrote a song with Schaf’ how wrong it is to feel right all life-long. Same ol’ song needs a reprise! If you ask me, it’s all about greed! You either got it or you need it. Don’t wanna share it, you keep it. Information is power - tight-fisted fuckers will conceal it. Selfish people will sour the meal so you don’t get to eat it! Leaves a bad taste in everyone’s mouth, right? But shits will act fake to not get dumped outside of inner circles, thinking all that work will pay off. Buncha jerks’ll take a pay-off just to shirk the lames not agreeing with their own take on things! CHORUS: “Shut your shit or get your shit shut down” is what the world keeps telling us. It’s hard to stay rebellious! “Shut your shit or get your shit shut down” is what the world keeps telling us. It’s hard to stay rebellious! Yo, “Shut your shit or get your shit shut down” is what the world keeps saying! VERSE TWO: I ain't down with your racism - deceptive visions of tribalism that's just division. My skepticism might be at an all-time high, but I don't know the limits of your ignorance. Selfish Living is how we give in, how we can turn blind eyes. I'm trying to focus with 'em. Keep 'em on the prize, not despise your religion, culture, colour or creed, just ‘cause I don't agree. IDIIC - that's how we will succeed: Infinite Diversity In Infinite Combos. ‘Cause if it swung the other way, like we all looked the same, we'd still find a way to segregate, so we profit off your subhuman treatment. It's not infrequent, entire nation states behave this way. I wanna embrace decent behaviour, and be good to say "fuck the haters" at the same time. But know that doesn't work if I retain my bias. Narrow-minded - I'm trying to fight it and stay wide-eyed -- CHORUS: and not get shit shut down. But the world keeps telling us, it's hard to stay rebellious. “Shut your shit or get your shit shut down” is what the world keeps telling us. It’s hard to stay rebellious! “Shut your shit or get your shit shut down” is what the world keeps telling us. It’s hard to stay rebellious! Yo, “Shut your shit or get your shit shut down” is what the world keeps saying! VERSE THREE: "Music streams are so lit" - yeah, that's short for "litigated." You get burned on the backend. Y'all just want entertainment during a pandemic to just help you contend with your claustrophobic feelings. What a great time for releasing more copyright robots to block you from what you're seeking! I could stop paying for shit - my way of defunding policing! But that might screw the artist over. Yeah, corporate hearts are colder. C.E.O.’s got to control a band's repertoire, since they lost live performance revenue. Any dude that used to sing for their meals feels chills ‘cause the rent is due. But telling you “free music online was never meant for you”’s a muthafucking joke that I don't get, ‘cause they don't get to rule the internet! Sure, I get they want us to get into step. I'll interject - it's complicated when I own my own, but still have to pay for distro so you get this song on loan. Makes me wanna get on Lean when the means for their ends shuts my shit down, so friends don't get to hear it, New people can't get near it. The spirit of commerce is a bust. They don't show love, you're just fucked. Shut down 'cause their rope's short. Tug, you get [jucked!] CHORUS

VERSE ONE: I'm a mouse named Pinky - ask myself "What do we do now, brain?!" Not the same thing that we always do. Vacay cut short, out of town and out of sorts, panic, now a pop' sport. Got home, but awfully screwed. Tried to have a fun time, instead, I'm online trying to get toilet paper, Lysol wipes along with food. “Two week lockdown?!” - what a trip. Now I think that's the Good Ol' Days. Never stayed home this long with nowhere else to go. And the clever joke that it's an introvert's dream's, just a bitter jerk's meme. Masses? Isolated, hate it and they’re trying to cope. Please! Of course I'm buying dope from the gov' 'cause it's free delivery. You missing me with your subliminal diss - you don't wear a mask at your Nanna's - it's minimal risk. Maybe for you, but more people than two live in this city. Don't need your selfishness or your pity or your conspiracy theories. Need a real hobby badly, 'cause other peeps lost their lives sadly. So quit with this shit! Just focus time into shit more legit. To survive your mental crisis, might just need to rethink!! CHORUS: Time gets spent living life that's unwieldy. Time gets spent re-watching a lotta TV. Time gets spent finding it not easy to get comfy in your residence with neighbours acting greasy! Time gets spent trying not to lose your mind. Time gets spent now in-between time. VERSE TWO: My heart goes out to all whose jobs' evaporated practically overnight. Now lost and have to face it everyday if not for a PS5. Who wants to think that they, he or she'll be just fine might be lying to them or those. Respite from your own feelings by catching up on shows just might be enough escape to help. Hate to tell y'all “you're right” being upset and frustrated. Crud stakes and what's waiting for you outside is out your control. "So, what, say we go back inside and order out?!" To sort it out, is out of order. Can't cross a border. So Netflix and drink. Learn to be a hoarder, learn to knit and crochet. Learn to be humble when you spot that members of your squad are at odds and stumble, instead of bragging 'bout your Bucket List getting crossed out. Replace the "B" with "F". Yep this time out, we're all out! CHORUS VERSE THREE: Know I'm gonna sound like a dick but don't be jealous of this; just a moment that I got off my ass. But it was all written while sitting, so that's a Fudge Fact. Besides, getting high with some wine - that's a tough act to follow up with exercise! Trying to combat the urge to work just from inside my bed, so just take your opinion and slide! For the first few weeks, thought I could take it in stride. But I'm not that unique - some peeps are breaking inside, and I'm not referring to backspins and cardboard. Yo, action is called for, and that shit is not always kinetic. Sometimes I ought to sit still, reflecting. Most times I wanna spit ill and flex this brain on some Next Shit, some time between din-din and breakfast. Guess if time has no meaning, then Ego is fleeting. Use my own feelings to make up my being. CHORUS

CHORUS: Hard to watch when they do what you wanna do like how you wanna do, and move how you wanna move. Despite your follow-through, these troubles follow you. Might need to shift your views on what it is "to lose." Hard to watch when they do what you wanna do like how you wanna do, and move how you wanna move. Despite your follow-through, these troubles follow you. Might need to shift your views on what it is "to lose." VERSE ONE: Ever feel like you the shit? Put your soul and heart into every part of what goes in your art and never quit progressing and developing better things in your brain to shift the current paradigm, by design - remind minds that you're legit. But what you spy out your eye's corner, who'd wanna admit is their sitch’? It's a face not yours that you have to face, doing what you want, and taunt your missteps with their success and show no stress. While you're not faring well in light of the circumstances. Feel chances diminishing, living in the shadow of another human being doing what you wanna do, and you're not seeing how they could where you can't. Still do your thing, but a sham is what it looks like. You might feel like you should hide. Realize you likely would drive yourself insane trying to maintain what's a vain image. But depending how you frame it, you can give it a different view. Some shit more akin to truth, that won't limit you! CHORUS VERSE TWO: Ignore the jealousy, it's nothing Club Nouveau! Rumours are what you tell yourself. Can't let anyone get too close; might notice the shiny paint job you rock needed two coats. But word is like ninety percent rock this feeling you know. Y’ know - feeling inadequate. Things started pure, you were sure, but when doubt crept in, then you got additives there in the mix. My therapist would'a said there's a fix, but you're not broken! Maybe you lost focus, maybe you used every tool and you still got bogus results. No one but you probably said “it’s your fault.” It’s a false thing that impulse brings. It’s costing you space to think objectively. What would you make of yourself if you had the chance to run your own race? Who could tell? Jockeying for position, and you may take an “L”. Need to get off that horse. There’s new ways you can spell “Success”. Dispel effects that "Hell" begets. CHORUS

VERSE ONE: Ever got the urge to do a little good? Too bad it's squashed by the thought: that's doing little good! The P.O.V. of an S.O.B. with Airbnb Mentality's: I'm not here for long, so it's not my job to fix shit! But I was taught by my mom, so what?! Just leave stuff in a better condition than when you got there! Why be in this shitty position and simply not care? Toilet and a kitchen are two things that you should not pair! And that's the birth of the fatalistic mentality when you observe no one gives a shit about others actually, and opposition to logic and love is at a peak, that thousand years modern civ's not enough to kill the savagery. Ironic sentence! Laziness into apathy, then into entropy is a vicious cycle that's telling me to not bother. Wanna be a lot stronger. These feelings are tandem. Seems like I yell at the sky at random! CHORUS: Get free Internet. You’re just shouting at clouds. People should be nicer. You’re just shouting at clouds. Stop being an asshole! You’re just shouting at clouds. Your cries fall upon deaf ears, doubting your clout! Go back to your country! You’re just shouting at clouds. I want things back to normal! You’re just shouting at clouds. I don’t believe in taxes! You’re just shouting at clouds. With unreal expectations, doubt they work out! VERSE TWO: Theory Conspirators - disinfo distributors or mankind's saviors? Wager I don't get with the Boy Who Cried Wolf - he'll just whine. "Schnook" is applied to the guy's look. What a "time crook", playing like the Supreme Being but not Ralph Richardson. Half bitching and half listening, half bad with math - things don't add up in their world! Acting sonorous, but to us, they just purl. 'Least they've got a cause, 'cause there's lots other dogs with no bite, just wanna bark or make their mark on the world - You know - pissing on people. They think they all regal, at the same time, face times harder than their ego. But they lie. Fake lives - part of what they deem so important that you'll check for their reportings. But their "stressing of the moment" is a stress, itself and potent like a bag of weed you’re smoking. Makes you wanna keep ignoring what they scream, tho. CHORUS: Equal rights for everybody! You’re just shouting at clouds. Hack the planet! You’re just shouting at clouds. Everyone should get to vote! You’re just shouting at clouds. Your cries fall upon deaf ears, doubting your clout! Go back to your country! You’re just shouting at clouds. I want things back to normal! You’re just shouting at clouds. I wish those people would die! You’re just shouting at clouds. With unreal expectations, doubt they work out!

VERSE ONE: I'm trying to care less about shit, if you'd believe it! Not to the point I'm a hermit to the world - simply retreating, just forgiving myself - would be the ultimate achievement for all my so-called mistakes made. And analgesics aren't what I'm looking for either. Be more than a survivor, but shit's hard on my desire for material things I wanna covet. But trying to tell vanity: just shove it. Send a DM to my Greed: I don’t wanna be your puppet. Too Long, Didn’t Read: Marketing’s what I’ve discovered is the most human deed. Willpower's finite, but I refuse to concede that resistance is futile, unless you wanna be an emotionless automaton. To care 'bout how you're seen and ignore what your karma's caused is cause for celebrating the opposite - I'm not at all concerned with your dress. ‘Cause lest we forget, the greatest Human endeavour is Peace. You might want it all, but -- CHORUS: None of that really matters. Opinions other peeps got 'bout how you live your life. Just be like: None of that really matters. The B.S. you get from marketing and media. It's tedious, but none of that really matters to your overall well being, if y'all could just see it! See it! See it! See it! VERSE TWO: Pressure people place upon their person's perplexing. Figure, forever finding faults ain't fucking foolish, forgetting that comparing is daring to destroy your daring. Be erring on the side of caution. Be lost in a conflict declaring you the loser, unless your tools are the type used by trife dudes with quite huge egos. No repo for any shite moves made. No fame, no amount of money you're paid, no special status you claim will be the salvation you crave. 'Cause reward's in the work - like when those dues get paid, and those friends you made back in the day remain to be a source of strength. You go the length to reciprocate. I applaud it like shit-talking gets used as an escape for taking ownership of one's actions. We all make mistakes, but there's triple-trouble when your double-talk obfuscates every single fact that makes you look bad. Go use half that energy to hate to help out Humans. What fools have to say? Yo -- CHORUS VERSE THREE: Oh lordy, past Forty and the first one to abhor the fact I still rap is myself, but I'm trying to stay on my Geordi LaForge - Futuristic Black man of report. See the world in different wavelengths, make things to support scientific theory to engineer real shit! Less a thought experiment, and more like, from experience - the only way to feel this. Appeal with your heart and your head. They want me hard, but instead, y'all ingest complicated rhyme patterns! In jest, I insist you're smarter than you're rich. [ The whole shit’s like wrestling ] - putting on the Ritz with fake names and tales you couldn’t corroborate. But it’s a corp’ replacing us still, if we don’t cooperate or get old. First album in ‘Oh-three? I guess I met goals I set. So I do this as long as I want. I just don’t give a fuck. But I do give a shit. I keep on spitting what some people wanna hear legit and stuff! Some say bucks is the crux, but -- CHORUS