{Hook} 

Catch me bugging on the mic, every day and every night

Catch me bugging on the mic, I guess it’s part of the game

Catch me bugging on the mic, every day and every night

Catch me bugging on the mic, I guess it’s part of the game

{Verse 1}

Separate surfaces amend the purposes

Meant for the feelings blend the nervousness

Into stems and verses that pretend the worker just

Is sent from earths and universes commend the perfectness and ascend the blemishes

Had to part ways with the lame and archaic

To separate from past pain, pave the path for playing art and plus praying to Passé 

Stages start craving crafts must’ve made em starvate

Armed gates blase waiting to blast away

The negativity sent to simmer me at a fast rate

I bend it willingly like Beckham with his feet at the larvae

Protect and give me peace neglect the wickedly black and dark days

{Hook} 

Catch me bugging on the mic, every day and every night

Catch me bugging on the mic, I guess it’s part of the game

Catch me bugging on the mic, every day and every night

Catch me bugging on the mic, I guess it’s part of the game

{Verse 2}

I became the product of what my brain had shot up

In the veins are blocked up I’m climbing the apple tree

Other than rhymes in the battle scene the travesty

Stopping violence and anarchy is my guide to the galaxy

Five mics in a magazine turns a blind eye to the agonies

I try to adapt to these nine lives like a cat

Surprise guys with their backs to me 

Try and find someone actually 

Inside my fucking territory

I’m calculated and meticulous so i’m bound to be fucking sick with this 

Counting pages of my written shit before turning the pages licking my finger tips

People are aggravated cos I’m ridiculous and they could never salivate what I liquid spit

{Hook} 

Catch me bugging on the mic, every day and every night

Catch me bugging on the mic, I guess it’s part of the game

Catch me bugging on the mic, every day and every night

Catch me bugging on the mic, I guess it’s part of the game

{Verse 3}

I’m tryna reify my vision like God on the first day

You see if I’m religious than when I write my writtens

Then I’m not even inside existence

It’s all from the top like a burst fade 

I need some tea and time for living

While I find the demons lie within and 

I couldn’t see I’m blind to sinning

I just lived behind a piston that pushed me into my worst way

I was pissed and a burned face

That never listened, I skirt chased

Never envisioned cleverly spitting would work wait

The second I did it the leprosy lifted the nerd raised

Separate sufficient blessed with the gift of the verse waves 

Neckless and spinning the chair gets to kicking the excess is sitting the next breath is hell bent on missing your birthday

But never stoop to them with their accoutrements

Loot to them leads to losing friends

A piece in Louvre depends on how deep the roots descend

Seeds of grief ascend to your teeth keys to each speech cement you boost and then 

{Hook} 

Catch me bugging on the mic, every day and every night

Catch me bugging on the mic, I guess it’s part of the game

Catch me bugging on the mic, every day and every night

Catch me bugging on the mic, I guess it’s part of the game