Take it back to the classic
Before the music became plastic
With its vocal effects
And altered sound waves
When I used to sit back
And dread, and stare back
And when I used to recount days
Of playing around making beats
Filling up stadiums with empty seats
It’s the sound that remind ya
Won’t undermine ya
And give ya something timeless and classic

Something like a super
Something like a junior
Something like I knew ya
And something like a motherfucking boo ya
I out cartoon ya
In the form of a dramеdy
Something that ticks
Something that licks
Like a ghost that camе
From the mindset of a Babidi
It’s probably
A case of exception
A phase of being trapped in an inception
Perception
Is the key
But what does it unlock
If I don’t clock
Out
Am I about
Breaking company time
I did this one
Because I know they miss one
All I know how to do is shit, piss, and rhyme
So I’m feeling fine
And I hope your feelings are doubled
You know I rocket
Like I got the power
Like I saved Rapunzel from her tower
Haters know they be in trouble
It’s effortless
Easy as counting
Easy as mounting
A TV to the wall
If you see me fall
Would you recall
Days I chose to write
Instead of choosing to ball
I’m not tall
But I’m taller than your limitations
I see the frustration
Many have with their final destination
And I think it must be a case of
Simplicity mixed with complication
I bring the sensation cause the persuasion
Isn’t just limited to Christ or Buddha
It’s fishy what I choose to bear
So I guess you can say
This is an example of prime Barricuada
Haha, you know I come with it
I’ve outdone with it
What others can barely scratch
Moreso than a surface
Moreso than a purpose
All I know how to do is shit, piss, and rap