Yo, let go of yesterday and embrace tomorrow
Escape to better places in the face of sorrow
Do whatever gets you paid and what gets you follows
Get your vid some extra plays but don't beg and borrow
It's shameless, destination aimless
Dropping some lameness just to get you famous
It's ill rap son, you nothing but distractions and wack son
And couldn't touch a fraction of my faction
It's effortless and everything's been ill ever since genesis
So deafening, last call of the nephilim
Evidence is stacked up
I'm gonna weigh the facts up you wack fucks
Yo, I should confiscate your macbooks, so that sucks
Yo, these are words of wisdom
Like sermons given in the bible when it first was written
But in the first edition there were some verses missing
A couple words were different and they referred to Figment

Yo, health's a mess, fell depressed
Plus the help I get from the JSA
It only helps to take your self-respect
For a drug habit people get themselves in debt
That's why I grab a one and keep an eighth, sell the rest
Some man will tell the feds you're selling weed
Drugs are bad, it's a morale choice you little bitch
Go fuck your dad
It's not like I'm pushing smack on the street or cooking crack
It's just a sack of blue cheese and a couple tabs
I feel the sense of purpose rushing back as the pen touch the pad
Imma leave this city, no looking back
Stella's, Beck's, every weekend you're getting wrecked
Till your stomach's bumped and shit's covered on the NHS
But if I'm touching drugs then suddenly I'm fucking up my whole life
It's bad luck son, you can come with us
Yo, to sum it up it's basically dumb as fuck
But today's replaced by tomorrow when the sun is up