Buck 65 - Untitled (Keep Perfectly Still)

i walk the earth quietly, my name carry a net
with no strings attached 'til my magic carryin' in.
see there's so little time left and yet there's so much space,
thinkin' why don't you give me a call later on so we can touch base.
i swim across the seven seas and follow the sound of hand claps
and just try to keep my balls out of the sand trap,
'cause before i go on live, all my enemies try to contrive
plots to make my whole entire routine take a swan dive.
i just ain't commercialized hip hop or indie pop,
nah this ain't the mashed potato, uh uh, this ain't the windy hop.
the dance that goes with this is called the keep perfectly still,
before your brain becomes burnt out like cheap circuitry wheel.
lately i've been spending almost all my nights with my hands full,
between writing my rhymes and my fights with the man wolf.
i'm building a better mouse trap and plus a wider fence,
'cause i trust my instincts and i follow my spider sense.