I’m worried that my life is based on wealth accumulation/ I want money, I want power, I want love and admiration/ yet I’m living with a purpose I can’t reach with usurpation/ what I’m doing on the surface could affect adjudication/ pearly gates are waiting greeting me with jubilation only if I get it straight and all my good is compensation (for what?)/ the sinning I’m committing every day with no cessation I hope Jesus is forgiving cuz I’m needing some salvation/ The world is full of hatred and demonic innovations/ it’s hard to be a saint when all around you is temptation/I’d like to think I’m righteous but with great consideration that’s a biased valuation half my thoughts are depredation/ see cash and think vacation not of charity donation/ see girls and think of sex and how to get it no relation/ I’m only being honest with these trials and tribulations got to face them to erase them there’s no space for fabrication (nah)/ Now what I’m ‘bout to say could be construed as illustration but I mean it from the place that’s known for love and circulation/ I’d rather take a risk and live a life of fluctuation/ than die before lived cause I believed in hesitation/ I’d rather walk alone and live my life in segregation than to walk amongst a crowd controlled by strict subordination/ I’d rather have a little bit of total adoration and be hated by rest than purely witness moderation/ to pave an occupation’s an abrasive operation but to live in corporation’s like creative constipation (ha ha)/ philosophy in basic, it’s not a complication make your dreams begin today and make the maybes obligation/ success is what you’re chasing/ don’t fear acceleration/ you can run before you walk you only fall from hesitation so I’ve never made mistakes (nah)/ I’ve made slight miscalculations and I never lost my way I just switched up my destination (chyea)/ to exist and never live is like platonic procreation/ you’re missing all the fun that’s a moronic inclination/ I’m glowing in the blackout with a chronic dedication and I’m coming to clean the crap out like colonic irrigation/ they say the kid is tight, wanna know the explanation cuz he bottles things inside and has a sick imagination/ to stop me in my tracks once there’s a burst of inspiration is like trying to run so fast you counteract the earth’s rotation (ha ha)/ and that’ll never happen, in life or simulation/ it’s an awkward thing to do like putting off procrastination/ you think that I’m impressive cuz I’m packed with motivation but you’re calling me obsessive cuz you lack the dedication/ a third of what I say is borne of mental stimulation/ a third is exploration all the rest is contemplation/ and every day I’m breathing I believe in this vocation so the less you think of me the more I’ll beat the expectation/ it’s time for celebration, no mental reservation/ it’s my interpretation of my own rejuvenation/ I’m through with preparation/ I’m sick of being patient/ Are you down with Zuby? Don’t think you got my statement said it’s time for celebration/ no mental reservation this is my interpretation of my own rejuvenation/ I’m better than I’ve ever been I’m through with preparation/ Are you down with Zuby? Enjoy the presentation (chyeeea!) Commercial Underground 2.