Unstuck (feat. Blockhead)

Here we are on a planet, which is about five thousand million years old The sun around which it goes is not much older It is part of a galaxy which is, uh, perhaps, uh Ten or 12 thousand million years old Which is one of perhaps hundreds of thousands of millions of other galaxies Rolled the dice, fucked around, lost ya life Double or Nothing? It's only right It's only right It's only right Rolled the dice, fucked around, lost ya life Double or Nothing? It's only right It's only right It's only right Campaign cold as Korea, the cold keep us on point Blasphemy how he cracked a Cohiba for a makeshift joint Asked no questions, she told no lies After work came by, gold flecks on the dies Lucid dream, gone when I opened my eyes All substance controlled, you sell and you buy Gutted inside like a brownstone in Bed-Stuy Relaxed while Rome burned, head full of lye Both eyes dry Lead-lined bunker, limited air supply Both hands high Explaining how I came unstuck in time So ain't none of that mine Eight lives down 'fore he thought 'bout number nine 'Fore he thought 'bout number nine 'Fore he thought 'bout number nine Rolled the dice, fucked around, lost ya life Double or Nothing? It's only right (it's only right) It's only right (it's only right) It's only right (it's only right) Rolled the dice, fucked around, lost ya life Double or Nothing? It's only right (it's only right) It's only right (it's only right) It's only right (it's only right) Startin' with the man in the mirror Morris Day not Mike Jack's Thriller Nerve tonic, tippled in sarsaparilla 'Fore he hit the piped crack, said "Kids, this stuff'll kill ya" Laid hands like faith healer over light-skinned Sheila The local skeeza, but shit, I ain't nobody either Sweet talkin' son of a preacher Weehawken, shot over sneakers Died for nothin', but I seen 'em go cheaper Nowadays full buffet for sin-eaters Woke and wrote Kubla Khan Or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Grow The Bomb Even though 400 years had 'im reluctant to farm Unbearable Lightness at the end of your arm Weight in the palm, calm Mista Lawnge verses Mr. Mom with the iron But the work was worthless Rolled the dice, fucked around, lost ya life Double or Nothing? It's only right (it's only right) It's only right (it's only right) It's only right (it's only right) Rolled the dice, fucked around, lost ya life Double or Nothing? It's only right (it's only right) It's only right (it's only right) It's only right (it's only right) She asked my name, I said, "Blah, blah, blah" She asked if that's game, I said, "Not really, nah" Layaway Carhartt buggin' over Battle for Asgard Yo Mars, you rocked that beat like an ascot Good lord He grinned through wired jaw After the arraignment as arranged, came home Locked the door Unscrewed the drug jar Apothecary like days of yore The prophets vary, but fiends seekin' that raw Freebase religion, stovetop superstition Iran with the fission and hunkered down For that war of attrition, war of attrition War of attrition, war of attrition, war of attrition In our tenure on this planet, we've accumulated dangerous evolutionary baggage Propensities for aggression and ritual Submission to leaders, hostility to outsiders All of which puts our survival in some doubt