When I die bury me in a dispensary
Mu$e ZaC and I'm puffin on the Cali tree
Eyes low starin' at the road ahead of me
Cause when I blow I get wrecked, crash dummy
I don't really know why I do what I do
Skip to my Lou while I'm puffin' a doob
Eyes a little red steady dazed and confused
Music turned up like totally dude
Hello, said I'd like to introduce myself
Creepin' up behind the scene to get my album on a shelf
Mu$e Zac, but you can call me Mr. President
Tryna get my songs blasted all up in ya residence
I'D RATHER EAT A BULLET THAN GO WORK FOR THE MAN
Hold up, I gotta second verse
The mind of Mu$e ZaC, both a blessing and a curse
At the same damn time
So I write insane rhymes
With the hopes that my jams get stuck
All up in your mind
My heart and my soul steady gushin' out this pen
Try to make some dividends so I can meet up all the ends
It's a starving artist struggle and I do the best I can
Took me 15 years to be standing where I am
I'd rather eat a bullet than go work for the man
Turn ya volume up, bob your heads to the beat, Mu$e ZaC on the the track and the shit is concrete
I'D RATHER EAT A BULLET THAN GO WORK FOR THE MAN
Me and Satan puffin' ganja blunts
I'm bout to sell my soul so we discussin' my needs and wants
I don't want a million people standing next to me
I want my tracks to hit your brain like some ecstasy
I wanna rock a stage, crate some unity
I want a cutie tellin' me what she wanna do to me
I wanna crib with a little bit of jewelry
I wanna make my art
For the world to see, shit
I just wanna be me
I just wanna be me
I just wanna be me
I just wanna be free