text: Alrighty
  Prince Paul
  Uh-ah
  You can freak me out, you can throw me in the lion pit
  You can boil my hands and tell me Im not here
  Im a mad Pac-Man livin in a levelled world
  Everywhere I go, I dont know where I am
  You can call me crack, you can call me glad and cyborg
  You can load my head, and send me into bathing light
  Everybody knows, when I was sad, I fell for you
  Everywhere I go, no stressin out, no stressin out
  No stressin out, no stressin out, stressin out
  You can hide your head, you can throw me in the lime pit
  You can boil my days and tell me Im not blue
  Everybody knows, when I was sad, I fell for you
  Everywhere I go, I dont know where I am
  Stressin out, stressin out, stressin out, stressin out
  Stressin out, stressin out, dont stress it out, dont stress it out
  Dont stress it out, dont stress it out, dont stress it out, dont stress it out
  Stressin out, stressin out, stressin out
  Uh, how can I trust truth?
  Uh, when I aint got nothin to sell
  I shattered my thoughts to get out my shell
  Uh, why would I hold my tongue to tuck in my tales?
  Ayy, cant dream if my ego is broke, nah
  The jokes to try to find the answer to nope 
  My type of drive, you cant buy this shit
  You got a heart but it dont beat like this
  I had a spark through my mind went trip
  Create the wave so the vibe all mix
   Suu
  Yo, I been at the top of the top, fell from the ceiling before, I fell
  Cause I needed to grow, Bruce Lee, with the glow, uh
  Walk on the edge, fuck trying to dream in the bed
  ‘Fore I die on these meds, nigga gon die in the feds
  ‘Fore I make it to jail, Ill probably put one in the head
  Fuck the judge and prosecutor for hanging me dead
  Plus thirty and still movin, I’m closer to live, right? Closer to live, right?
  All the trauma from past never taught me to fear heights
  Normal to fly now, cant be stuck in the rear lights
  Take flight, the life gon bloom for the black knight
  Keep a peace like Buddas, got the whole hood boomin
  I’m like a Crip high student, you on your ass, stuck stupid
  You makin weed look bad, Ill ride the beat, wont crash
  I had to fill my bag, I had to hide my stash
  You know the cops lights flash, I had to clear my dash
  I represent my flag, I gave the hood my last, every food crumb in it
  I had to change my image, the brain dont got limits
  You think a mil’ mean winning, pigs out here skinning
  His soul aint authentic, you died and still ain’t livin