let those windows sink nfeel the evening breezenlet's just zone outnnow come on, now people breathenit's the moment where the shownhas got you soakin' up the vibendim the lights and bring the mics nwe're gonna show you somethin' livenn(gon' do it like this)nsee, they won't catch me nI'm way too fastnin a world gone mad nI'mma break these barsnwon't chase these cars ndon't make me laughnI'mma drop some insightnto blaze this grassnand i'm off againnthat nutty motherfucker nstraight droppin' gemsnmister anti-governmentnstops the trendnI don't believe no liesnlike cops are friendsnnand this hip-hop nis right where I left itnthink about the people nthat my rhymes have affectednmy mind is a weapon nmy life is a wrecknand whenever I spitnit's divine interventionnSatan now is the face of a jobnso I break him down nand trade places with GodnI made that sound nand gave face to the lossnto create my crown nout of paper and rocksnnso if you're livin' in the coldnthere's some scissors in the bowl nto make a motherfuckin' mixnuntil this bitch is on a rollnthe news is proof nlife is tragic when killingnso I choose to use my nmagic verses your millions (ha ha)nnlet those windows sink nfeel the evening breezenlet's just zone outnnow come on, now people breathenit's the moment where the shownhas got you soakin' up the vibendim the lights and bring the mics nwe're gonna show you somethin' livennwhere's the party atnlet's hit the fort nget her poppin' like a bottle nthat spits a corknthis track is a drug that Bliss endorsen(will ya listen to it?)nnah, it's for your whip to snortnso pop it in your ...nand your ritzy porschenand when you listen, sport nyou feel a buzz nwell your Vista's forced nto turn it up 'til the shit distortsnand damn near ODnmake your system short noh lord, low and behold nthe big truck and basillangot the show on the roadnand these fuckin' haters nact all cocky ntry to cut us down nlike we tall poppiesnman, we grassroots nthat retort the shootni mouth off in the facenof the corporate suitnso force the troops nthat won't fall short in the stoopntheir severed arms soldnfor a sore salutennso freeze, please catsnnow breathe, relaxnand let the poem set the tonen'cause under every egonis flesh and bonennow sway, right left and zonengot the crowd lookin'nlike a giant metronomenlet's go to my worldngive my record a spinnlet the melody massagenand beckon you innnlet those windows sink nfeel the evening breezenlet's just zone outnnow come on, now people breathenit's the moment where the shownhas got you soakin' up the vibendim the lights and bring the mics nwe're gonna show you somethin' livenn... is humbled with lovenmy style's down to earthnwhen I hover abovenI'm so fresh, so cleannthat if I'm covered in mud nI make the mess just seemnlike it's bubble and sudsnI got a knack for this rappin' shitnif you don't know, ask Amissnwho's that dope flow activistna grown bloke, but a wacky kidnwell it's your very own nloco Captain Blissnnand i'mma hang glidenover your franchisen'til the music seemsnlike a lucid dreamnthen I wake in the morningnand I shave my headnthen have non-believersncome and make my bednand while they're making breadnI gotta shake my headn'cause I'm the bloke nthat flows broke to make the rentnso relax, and let your brain breathenin a hammock amid the daydreamsnnlet those windows sink nfeel the evening breezenlet's just zone outnnow come on, now people breathenit's the moment where the shownhas got you soakin' up the vibendim the lights and bring the mics nwe're gonna show you somethin' live