Doctor Spock Pro Logic John Connor is what they'll call me when/ they send for me/ "Terminator" was just a documentary// our kids' kids will live in dystopia/ misinformed with hypnosis for bliss/ supposing we don't blow this existence//// yet I strive to to free my time of a negative mind/ applying cautious optimism/ and find there's a man inside the opposition// Stop trippin'/ but trip with me/ lots to solve in a mystery/ Boss like the mob in Sicily/ Cops like officer Tripoli//// Sam, if a Don demands of you 'sit with me' take a seat/ cuz the mafia looks a lot like the law when you're on the streets// It isn't fair/some of us wasn't aware/ we're packed into a vacuum of hate/ and hey, say it plainly: some of us just doesn't care//// some of us, unprepared, refused to continue, vision askew and scared/ we been through collisions from which we didn't repair//If I'm one piece of a puzzle/ 144 thousand together/ I got charisma akin to Flynt except with Rims on my chair!////

1st Hook:

These fucking jesters with leprosy says I'm fucked in the head, just cuz I think nothing is funny about your flesh being dead//(except the segment where your neighbor, named Jamaican J. Fred, changes today to Lumpy James Gunther, Caucasian and friend!)////

When I was jumping ahead/ I was fucking dumb as a dress shoe/ like chum in a wing-tip that's humping the air// Honeys up-running the stairs to get bum-buggered and pink slipped/ It's either fucks or nothing--I didn't bring em to bear!