I slapbox with devils and speak to Gods, Asking them questions like 'do I need a job?' Cuz a nigga got stressful time 9 to 5 I weather the migraine just to survive Got a chip on my shoulder for real And you can tell when, this nigga smile with a smirk cuz it's hell sent Feeling I'm doing work for the devil, because I've got a bad back But the wrath of a rebel see Every day is like an episode, I replay it, I dig life like a retro DJ Try to stay on top of things So the raw uncut shit is what I sing Believe it or not, I'm feeding off of experience Experience is this, and it's bliss because you're hearing it [...]