Uh oh.
Now, doesn't this just seem like a bad idea?
Yup.
Fuck it, tho, right?
I'll fuck wit it.


Imagine if I were exactly what you thought.
Just another chip off the same block.
Born to be famous!
I'm sayin:
I'm the greatest thing to ever cause a stain upon your jeans.
...Right?
That sounds like me...

Uh oh, though.
What, Zac?
Don't talk like that.
You start comparing yourself to sperm they'll think that you're biting Prof.
Wait. Now don't tell me that it ain't kosher to be silly, just 'cause suddenly more than one local emcee listens to Nelly.

What if instead of writing songs about comraderie, and stopping whatever lyrical poverty's gotta be slaughtering anyone's real will to actually listen to the words of any given emcee I just, like, did yoga, and tried to teach y'all how to breathe?

Wouldn't you like that?
If I cracked under the pressure and stress it takes to write lines like that?
Yeah.
I think I might back down from all this,
'cause rap is too hard guys!
I don't think I can handle it!

Yeah bitch,
Come collect my resignation when you deliver a club sandwich with extra ham in it to my hammock.
I'll be passed out but if you hit up my assistant,
She'll be psyched to wake me up using her lips around my-
-WAIT-
Did y'all forget who HB really is?
What about all that knowledge?
And what about doing it for the kids?
What about what Hip Hop is?
That's the "H" isn't it?
What about that "B", though.
Is it just for "Big Business"?
What about keeping pace with what makes this worth it anyways?
Or wait...
Is that just them poker faces?

Wait...
Is HB [be]coming one of those faces?
Jaysus...
Make him come back before he stays this fucked up version of himself that don't fit!
Right?
It don't fit, right?
Hold it.
What don't fit?
Is the poker face broken?
Hope not, son...
Yo, lets try another one.

Just rock wit it.
Rock wit it, or something.
Well, okay.
Let's try this one.

Yo it's funny how being hungry changes situations,
But when there ain't something nourishing we make some.
Take from the plate without hesitation.
But if you ain't family then lady, wait up!

Hey, fuck, but what if my (baby) baby love,
Take[s] just enough to fill her knapsack up and run?
That's that inevitable degradation,
Just for the gentleman who gives too much...

I'm that one on the hunt for some piece,
Of whatever's called for in honey's recipes.
Whatever she needs, imma get some at least.
That's how we provide for our families.

What's family though when the soul of it leaves?
She'd been the beauty but she became the beast.
That's what it be. Get up on your way,
'Cause I'm seeing that the feast wasn't cause of you but me.

(Now) I'm an anchor,
But you've always known this.
I'm just confused now there ain't someone above me floating.
Girl, I'm sorry the last meal I brought was frozen,
But you could have called and told me the microwave was broken.

I gather what you need better than a honey bee,
But something still send the queen running away.
I just be everything you know you want from me,
But now I'm just Mr Right Now for somebody else.

I recognize you helped your self.
That's dope, maybe cards is just dealt
Not for you to win this time, oh well.
Just don't forget when I said I could probably help.

'Cause somebody told me that you was just a waste...
And I don't like to see it that way.
But you could have whatever you like,
(and that's me).

Somebody said you let me down,
and goddamit you lost one.
But that might be my poker face talking...

Nah.

Fuck that.
It ain't how I'm gonna go out.
My face aint never been something pumpkins should know about.
I bust em.
Trust that I'm abominable with those.
Grow a new patch of pumpkins whenever I need more [pumpkin] pie.

So fly with the fickle breeze, if you wanna.
Float with the leaves.
Flap 'til you contract disease.
Bird flu got em.
Every veggie's on the way to rotten anyway,
So gimme the whole thing,
I want all of em.

...And then some.
How many faces would you say that a kingdom should be made up from?
When I clutch one something tells me "just duck, son!"
"You've probably got at least enough of em to write another album!"

Know what I mean, doe?
Let's make an album.