Lyrics:

Homeboy's lost in rhyming data tossed inside him
Adding costs in finding meaning from the outside/in
What gets heard
That's the word
But what gets felt is something else

Ruptured structures (them days) upward puncture these days
Pump the sump
Sure wail away the juncture from then to today
What gets heard
That's the word
But what gets felt is something else

I figured I could marry every dictionary
Find the truth that's buried in the soup we carry
Give and go, I foul up
Whistle blows, we're lined up
Homeboy throws his best up
I choke and fuck the layup