the booth's my home to boost my zone, so that's the truth I know
and I'll use my tone with no excuse to show I'll prove I'll go
and do my goals when I assume my role cuz I persue to grow and sooth my soul
with my unusual music wrote which I drew up, called beautiful
I won't lose control while I cruise the road
I choose to hold my groove for gold, not fool my foes
my tools I load on this root* I roam
then soon I'll float like the moon or boat
you can't mute me, nope, but you could shoot and hope
I will lose the rope which resumes my mode
to tune and mold the youth and old into my future scope
until you loosen bolts from my human skull
i'll try to rule the globe without the tie, the suit and vote
ima buy some time and rhyme inside of my studio
cuz I'd like to shine thru my mind's designed tunes I wrote
and then I shall find my life in line to bloom and bloat...