Por Que?
 

Come fuck with a visionary, don't let the truth remain hidden and buried
I'm living with the wary, the skirmish left me workin' harder than any contemporary...
come quipped with vocabulary, ride hard because the top whipped with a cherry
sitting in canaries, singing to the same old blues shit, none of this new shit
people who never knew shit, I guess I'm the difference between the blueprint
reasonable doubt over the seasonal drought, thirsty once the penis is out
like...this is what you wet dreamin' about, what the others were scheming around
but when the dog home, they needed to bounce, sweating the beast of the house
tongues out, wrung out, basically telling them about it and I'm like "what now"
it's the ending of a millenia and I'm riding in that deloreon leaving my dust cloud

He's BACK

rusty?
shake that