[CHORUS]
i aint gotta wait for sunshine i know ill shine when it come time
to do my thing
up on the front line fuckin with one time aint no sunshine
i do my thing
been waitin for some time bustin a bunch of rhymes when it come time
i do my thing
i aint gotta wait for sunshine when it come time for me to shine
i do my thing (x2)

i guess its time im ready to shine
wombat puttin venom in a rhyme
inventin it off the top yo and confetti be flying
and they aint preventing shit yo im huckin a bomb
go deep with mine like your mom when im on
the microphones like the prom yo we getting it on
i be deep fried chinese eyed wonton
weed more colorful than a nudibranch
im on fire flames on the flyer
you gotta see me rhyme yo like the third season of the wire
it be emcee escher spittin quotable flows
and you wont see nothin better less you go to my shows
im just fuckin around yo gimme a pound bro
if you came to clown get down to the sound yo
rockin like a do-si-do round and round yo
like a yogi yo with jewels in my crown so

[CHORUS]

i got a lot of colorful the flow devoted to
the motion of the motor of the owner of the soul this is
i notice it i hope it aint hopeless but i chose to live
i loaded in a lot of energy i spit and spoke to kids
i chose to give my life to a higher motive
and i motivated it to step up to the plate and just take a rip
so yo homie no it aint no faking it
no complacent shit aint no waiting for fate to take a hint
i be livin like im on the moon like a cartoon
in my dreams yo it seems ima be there soon
but until then boom im right here in the room
prepared for doom bout to blow like a bassoon
i need a ventilator breathin the vapors
gettin high off the thoughts in my head i created
when im dead and gone its just back to the basics
getting 86'ed from life at 28 shit

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RASENSE:

tired of might battlin' right
straddlin' night lookin' at light
movin' away not cattle in line
all in time respectin' the mind
how we fight right outside
oh-na-na future so bright
talkin' bout guns all or none
this one's for the fallen sons
do your thing follow the sun
face ahead do not run
patient steps out of breath
take your time all that's left
life over death height over that
seekin' the apex how we flex
seein' what's next with gleeful steps
cuz into life that's how we crept