Wild Herb - Jehst

Fly sh*t

My sh*t

Who wanna speak

To the pilot?

I put it down

On papyrus

I wrote

What I wrote

So much dope

I should buy the boat

Now look inside

My kaleidoscope

I’m back in my zone

Tap the iPhone

Writing my raps

The world pass by

Captured in time-lapse

Catch your eye that

Venus flytrap

Watching Iraq

Live at the IMAX

On the big screen

With the popcorn in

Kettle black

Ain’t that the pot calling?

I been shot callin'

But still not ballin'

My back up against the wall

They all forgot to warn him

Golden Brown

Too many limitations

You were not born

Into a silver spoon situation

It’s kinda ironic

All I need is my chronic

And some fly sonics

I’m a write a rhyme on it

A sonnet

Built on a foundation

So Solid

Check the resume

I’m mega

Man I’m so brolic

Broccoli blowing

But I’m scheming

On some property owning

Showing no signs

Of the economy growing

So sorry

But I gotta be going

I’m about to jog

And see a man about a dog

£200 an oz

Important plans

I’m all about the plots

And you’re a mortal man

Bow before the lord

You’re in the house of God

Fly sh*t

My sh*t

Who wanna speak

To the pilot?

I put it down

On papyrus

I wrote

What I wrote

So much dope

I should buy the boat

Now look inside

My kaleidoscope

What up cuzzy?

My crib dusty

My head fuzzy

Give me the microphone

Trust me

I get gully

On the boards

I get dubby

King Tubby

Take ‘em on a Satellite Flight

Like Kid Cudi

These kids currently living a lie

That’s why I’m really struggling

To deal with this digital life

Sick and tired

Of feeling uninspired

No privacy

Our insecurities

Are running riot

Never getting an outlet

I know there’s a way out

Bet

I just haven’t figured it out yet

I sing the blues

Whitey Ford

Wishing I could fix it

And put it back

Like before I was pessimistic

But every morning

The peng is twisted

And every night

I’m getting higher

Than the level of my penmanship is

So even if I’m penny pinching

Resort to any hot source of finance

Peri peri chicken

Crackheads

Walking Dead

Looking hella gimpy

Eyes popping out their heads

On some Ren & Stimpy

Paying rent’s getting grizzly

Bear with me

Corrupt f**kers run the city

Mayor Quimby

Higher powers talking with me

Is sort of awesome

Kind of like

Mork and Mindy

Calling Orson

Life imitating art

What a poor performance

They put a Man on the Moon

Word to Andy Kaufman

Fly sh*t

My sh*t

Who wanna speak

To the pilot?

I put it down

On papyrus

I wrote

What I wrote

So much dope

I should buy the boat

Now look inside

My kaleidoscope