As I invade their masquerade
Controlling is a swollen way to wreck a proud mind
They have no key, or no clue
From homies all the way to chics, no matter how fine
Every time you take a stance you do the puppet man's dance
They try to follow but they're shallow and hollow
And the worlds at a stand-still
Still killing yourself, and dogging ya health
10 years in the trade is not enough, you can't cut it
'Cause they existing in a fantasy when holding the steel
Rock a bye baby
They couldn't fade with a clipper blade
Now they walking around talking about represent
Of exceeding, my name is Bottie Brown and I'm proceeding, leading
I can see right through them like an empty 40 bottle, of O.E.
Listen to my heart pumping to a fine ravine
It was the fame, that they tried to get
I'll wipe the sweat from my brow
I let you take a swing, and you bunted
Hung out to dry
You hold it in your hands and watch a man start crying
Deep in broken Mansville, trapped in the moat with an anvil
All missions impossible are possible
For an easy out, I leave MC's with doubt
Of all things it's a vain of a shrine
To the game at all, now they washed up
I jet propel at a rate that complice their mental state
'Cause I'm heading for a new sector 365 days from now
And keep it real, but I got to appeal
Tear after tear in the puppet man's hands
And each and every true will stick, or fall from the sky of my cloud nine
(Why man?)
Standing looking stupid, wondering why
