What's an endless expanse to cross? I'm right here How hard it is to to just touch a stove while it's hot? I'm right here Although I recoil from your hand and never leave this spot Come to me right here Total recoil the moment you get close enough Acclimated to the cold, so I reject your touch The moment's spoiled, the flame is snuffed before the anointing oil's heated 'til the bowl's too hot to clutch Your caress would be like a sacrament of sorts, but I don't need your blessing to warm up my own blood Total recoil the moment you get close enough Your palm's hot like a coal, so I avoid your touch I've been burned before, so I've learned not to trust I'm sure you wanna help but I'll bear my own cross

Renz B., you really done a lot for me A true friend, always, forever, infinite,the end Hey, Dan, you got time Why you kickin' me out of your paradigm? Danny, tell me why you're kicking me out again Hey, Charles, we gotta go to le local We got a shot with Bobby, Chris, Maxime, and Rico Hey, Dan, you got time Why you kickin' me out of your paradigm? Danny, tell me why you're kicking me out again Got a new video game Got a new video game Got a new video game Got a new video game [inaudible]

[MAXIME LOUIS-SCIÉ] Yo Alex, j'étais supposé de venir ce soir mais j'pourrais pas finalement parce qu'y a un couvre-feu Pis demain j'travaille, faque j'peux pas redéscendre avant demain matin pis ça marche pas [MICHIGAN FROMAGE] Michigan Fromage rapping with a high IQ 130, I am smarter than you Because I took an online IQ test That's how you know I can think the best I am not even writing these raps but I wish I was in the practice space ASAP I want a hot dog and a steamie Louis' Luncheonette, please come get me Stuck in Sherbrooke I wanna eat I can get me a quart cuisse I think they're open but it's so fucking cold I don't wanna walk I don't I don't I don't wanna walk but it's a quart cuisse so I think I'll walk (Viens à Gembloux on va parler français, tu vérras) [DANIEL COWMAN] 817 Fédéral, est-ce que vous livrez icitte? J'aimerais un combo quart cuisse avec frites 817 Fédéral, est-ce que vous livrez icitte? (J'me call un quart cuisse!) [ANTOINE] 913 BS représente! Antoine est dans la place Pour la Belgique, pour ma patrie 5030 représente (Avec frites!) [MAXIME LOUIS-SCIÉ] Mais la semaine prochaine, Mardi, ouin! J'va venir au local Pis j'va m'arranger pour pas travailler l'lendemain matin Faque mardi prochain, chu là, yeah! [DANIEL COWMAN] 817 Fédéral, est-ce que vous livrez icitte? J'aimerais un combo quart cuisse avec frites I'm the MC who likes to eat, don't forget Unlike the ladies, I like my steamies all dressed I'm a thigh guy, don't waste my time with the breast I got chicken on my mind because I'm hungry a hell I clean up the game like a moist towelette Wacker rappers can't even wipe up the mess they left

I will write another song someday but right now I'm overburdened How do I not piss him off? This ain't a game My shoulders ache with The Golden Rule's weight Another song can wait 'cause right now I'm overburdened How can I stay strong and accept this fate? My shoulders ache from The Golden Rule Some deity Toying with our sanity I see the checkmate But I still choose to play I will write another song someday but right now I'm overburdened How do I not piss him off? This ain't a game My shoulders ache with The Golden Rule's weight Another song can wait 'cause right now I'm overburdened How can I stay strong and accept this fate? My shoulders ache from The Golden Rule I will write another song someday but right now I'm overburdened How do I not piss him off? This ain't a game My shoulders ache with The Golden Rule's weight Another song can wait 'cause right now I'm overburdened How can I stay strong and accept this fate? My shoulders ache from The Golden Rule

I lost the taste of the meat of the world in the muscles I abuse pushing the stone I know will roll back and make a bloodless mess of me Stuck between a rock and the endgame in an endless state between pig & pork I am Sysiphus I am the boulder I am the tenderizing tool and the tenderized I've prepared the finest cuts I could scrounge up if you have the appetite My okayest work yet I'll make a meal of it My okayest work yet

Your life's a fucking mess (a mess) Dirty dishes, ambient stench sheets yellowed with ancient sweat Baptised in your own filth Before your exodus (insects) forbidden-fruit flies laying their eggs on the soiled kleenex Piled up under your bed Clearing the floor, dusting your shelves, hanging your clothes not yourself Start with a good breakfast 'Cause your environment (a mess) doesn't need to reflect what's going on in your head There's virtue in tidiness Might as well start somewhere It's fine to complain To be ashamed to quit again and again As long as you get to it