I got a gold medal record time, gold record, diamond mine,
name in print, tongue, tshirts, and minds.
thread count - high
commissions - high
hourly rates - high
a minute of your time? forget about it.
I didn't come here to dream or teach the world things,
define paradigms, or curate no livin days, with high thread counts and staircases high.
People die I don't care, you should see the wall of ambivalence I'm building
I got no love for the living.
Death to all false profits around here we praise a dollar you fuckin hippie
Wanna walk around in my shoes and then tell me how it feels
Ya know Socrates died in the fuckin' gutter!
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