You can control the ebb and flow
Why are you saying no
And ride as if to glide over top of the city
And traffic jams, traffic magic
Well I control everything, almost everything
The money tree retracts it's leaves
What the f*ck do you mean
Those leaves are green
My mantra separated, incarcerated, am I stuck
Or my mind will grow, I don't care if you're saying no
Bring the scalpel, bring the saw, and cut his f*cking head off
Yeah we're not going to be able to put that back on
Show him the program, he's awake, show him the program