Takeout

Tell me do you like to ahead and maybe slow dance

I'm giving you my love it's something like romance

Don't miss your chance

Maybe we could go up to the moon and hold hands

And come back

Sometimes the way it sounds might hurt but

It's all good cause as long we together

And as long as it's clever

I don't care about the weather

Let it rain

Maybe you can feel the rain

Maybe we can disappear

Sorta like that David Blaine

We rock and roll

Sorta like that Crazy Train

We're Ozzy

They knock em out it's sorta like that Ali

Matter fact it's Foreman

We explode like two volcanoes that are in dormant

Welcome welcome

As we're entering my building

We're sorta like the doormen

We're sorta like the doormen

Sometimes you gotta space out

Food for thought

Guess it's something like takeout

Sometimes you gotta change routes

Food for thought

Yo it's somethin like takeout

What's on the menu

Tell me what you gettin into

Tell me what you gettin into

Footprints in the desert sand

The storm won't last long according to weatherman

According to the reverend

You'd better pray

But would you rather be the predator or prey

Me and my conscious had a talk today

Told me when I see the trouble

Better walk away (way)

So I step back with a ditty-bop, tiptoein

Try and stay away from city cops

You'd better grab a tissue

It's mad official

Sacrificial

Go ahead and break your back

Go ahead and take it back

It's time to take flight

It's 5 in the morning

Another day I'm seein daylight

No sleep, I gotta break night

Sometimes I go and break mics

Sometime I go and take mics

So I can give you my vocals

Giving you my spirit yo

You know that it's hopeful

You call it music but

I call it a musical

You call it simple but

It's so unusual

Sorta like the suspect

Sorta like you gotta get it

Sorta like it's not a riddle

Sorta like you gotta get it

Sometimes you gotta space out

Food for thought

Guess it's something like takeout

Sometimes you gotta change routes

Food for thought

Yo it's somethin like takeout

What's on the menu

Tell me what you gettin into

Tell me what you gettin into

Food for thought, get your piece bro

I guess it's sorta like pizza

Cut it up that's unity like Latifah

We get you higher than the reefer

We run the fields sorta like Derek Jeter

My mind's quicker than a cheetah,

Or maybe a panther,

Or maybe a jaguar,

We goin mad far

I'm all up in the jungle like

Madagascar

You know I got mad scars

Cause I done been up on the battlefield

And I feel like Avatar

They trying to invade my planet

But no I will not vanish

I just go and do that damage

And then I come and eat your cabbage

Food for thought still pardon, it's a habit

I 'm followin the white rabbit

And then I kick it like Bruce Lee

Truthfully you've never heard this

We kill the evils yeah it's murderous

Ay yo I'm feeling like a herbivore

With a style you never heard before

A style you never heard it's raw

Put it in reverse

Guess a style never heard of war

But I'll be goin for the peace though

Sometimes you gotta space out

Food for thought

Guess it's something like takeout

Sometimes you gotta change routes

Food for thought

Yo it's somethin like takeout

What's on the menu

Tell me what you gettin into

Tell me what you gettin into