Prototype
I wasn't really meant to be profound, you see
But just a pro to the sound of the crowd and me

Psych, recycle that a-
Gain, I'm a prototype and
I'm winning with my photos hype, man

Like how when the pinch hitter
He's sent out and drug out the dugout just to hit the pitcher's low pitch
Oh to go higher to sit him down be-
Cause he once hit it out the mound
The park and every newfound ground from the trillion pounds in the golden towns
Up 'round to the hellhounds found down south
Up, up and it's out!
And now I'm speaking in MLB
For some reason yeah just to bring these three things out of hell to let them see
Then too, to set them free so I'm down-

Loading, our energy honestly for your intellectual dishonesty
So know that it's now no new crowns
'Cause most noble men like to throw them around, be-
Cause bosses left often toss it right out of bounds
So stay with me always in all ways and say it baby Namaste
'Cause the spear it's on to me
And that spirit's gone from me
No Mustang but the oxymoron's now pouring on the gangs
They drive by, ride and go bang

But frankly neither's my style
To say Namaste while we hang

And as they're asking kings these things
"Who is he to hit me
Yeah with this fluent speech and two degrees missing
Is it Criss Jami, he's not that angel one but first let me get an angle on him
He seems dangerous as if he's just throwing flames at us
He needs to gain my trust
Like a banshee banished from playing the same game as our favorite lusts"
They

Stay on me and say it baby Namaste
'Cause the spear it's on to me
Like my spirit's gone from me
No Mustangs but the oxymoron's now pouring on the bands and gangs
Who drive by, rise and go bang

'Cause frankly neither's my style
To say Namaste while we hang
It must be a Mustang, but is that in meaning the horse or the whip's the way
No I won't say be-
Cause thankfully, neither's my style
Hanging while saying Namaste
But maybe it's happening any day