Ricochet - Brbrck, MCK

And I bomb the room

And I change the weather

And I feel the pulse

And I see results from these scattershot thoughts that I string together

Better and better, but steady, the weather

Is not so kind to a man who has got it together

He is blind to believe he is better forever

Realizing the rhyming is better than ever

Knock on wood

Please be good

Take my girl out of the hood

Make me rich

Keep me cheap

Buy my kid something to eat

In my memory, got a little tendency for levity in grave situations, see

I’m the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral and cries when my song’s on the

radio playing

And lately my vision’s been filtered through prisms, which I think is symbolism

for indecision

But I can’t tell

And lately my nightmares the type where you wake and they with you,

take it with you

Make you wish you show got cancelled

I tell you there’s no surprise, I look in your eyes and see that you believe in

me

Like a bigot believes in God

Like I was assigned to be a model man

A citizen

A person

I ran into the sinner man and fell into the gin again

Kiss me, I’m beautiful

Busy, and dutiful

My world is new to you

‘Cause I walked a route or two

To find a wall around the world

I wanna curl up in a ball and wake up in the morning

Back up in this office

Muddling practice

Suddenly action

Never know traction ‘cept for my passion

No possessions worth anything

Can I ask my money back man?

(Ricochet)

When it ricochet, there won’t be shit to say

(Ricochet)

Shit to say

(Ricochet)

You pricks afraid?

(Ricochet)

You can look away, ‘til it blow up in ya face

(Ricochet)

In ya face

(Ricochet)

We win this race

I’m not a bad man, I just look bad in leather

But at least I got a band to put back together

You never would’ve ever guessed

That I would ever have to test

The limits of my confidence so often, it’s just constant, like

Just tell me what you want me to do

No, they have to put me through

Three more hoops and an interview

Three more suits in the waiting room

«If you were me and I was you

Tell me why I’d hire you.»

Fuck am I supposed to say?

Bitch, they call me Ricochet

Ladies and gentlemen, settle in while the veteran

Elevate to the heavens and take you places you never been

Filter it through my misery

Package it in my humor and

Digitally distribute it to key target consumers, it’s the

Man with a mission: Immature Edition

Telling everybody they can eat his shit and

Doing what he want to do

Really what he got to do

And he got a thought or two to really change his attitude

‘Cause he knows he’s a winner now

He can’t wait ‘til you find out

Opportunity knocked him down

He got up for another round

So now it’s back to the drawing board, all he really wanted was a name

But I’ll settle being

No one to fuck with

Got a flow but it’s so interrupted

In the zone, but I’m stoned and reluctant

Got a goal that I don’t know what’s up with

All I know: take the status quo, disrupt it

Beat down and pounded

But the rebound is boundless

And the resounding sound that you hear all around us

Is the people that we found that found us coming ‘round on a

Ricochet

(Ricochet)

When it ricochet, there won’t be shit to say

(Ricochet)

Shit to say

(Ricochet)

You pricks afraid?

(Ricochet)

You can look away, ‘til it blow up in ya face

(Ricochet)

In ya face

(Ricochet)

We win this race