almost broke my nucleus accumbens

One, two [Verse 1: Open Mike Eagle] These is letters to editors, they point at the obvious The articles out loud, scan it, deposit it All time happens at once I love all my habit and stunts, I took lumps not lessons Accepted every stupid condition I don't know what to do with the prison, super positioned Getting lost in assorted flavors Or getting traded like I'm Gordon Hayward, the streets is named for important slavers Pockets full of bullet-addled wallets My feelings hella little, I had to put 'em on some apple boxes For the optics [Verse 2: STILL RIFT] Wе could sketch a little piggy's house, I'd draw thе short straw every time Going through the motions like an empty-handed pantomime On a dime, Tina Turner eat the cake and have it all, supposedly Father, I have sinned, I'll count the rosary beads Commit to ways and means or wants and needs The tax man separates, I'll kill it if it bleeds Sweep up the supermarket floors, cleanup in aisle four Shrink wrap and body bags plus a toe-tag for the morgue In store, marked down forever 21 chromosomes X and y, axis of evil resides, ask and ye shall provide, RZA and True collide We the Black men that struck bacon grease, the slaughterhouse of Vonnegut Big, bad Wolfenstein, to hell and back to jazz it up [Outro: Open Mike Eagle] Get some more of me How do I get some more me? How do I get some more me? How do I get some more? Yeah How do I get some more me? How do I get some more me? How do I get some more me? How do I get some more me? How do I get some more, Yeah How do I get some more me? How do I get some more me? How do I get some more me? How do I get some more me? How do I get some more, Yeah How do I get some more me?