Текст песни Butta Sixteen - Butta

Like everything stepped into this with nothing
Started from scratch like etchings in a slab commanding Christian Suffering
Pen and a pad, head in a lab, with zen in bag
Isn′t anything missing but click to run with
Stick to drum-hits if there's something to say
And if there′s nothing - dump it - 'stead of jumping a stage
Many puppets already steady fronting a face
Like Jim Carrey, wearing a mask when they're up in the place
Words of warning, from a king of the ring in my town
Heard his caution and paused. think he′s thinking aloud
Up on the horse as he walks, the talks bringing him down
But the words are born with the lingering stink of the bowl
Movement that the truth found: To move ground I have to break it
Now my mission statement: Packing pages
Hit the booth with it for Boomtown and Prove how the Jack and Ace hits
Got the nuts, but there′s no luck in how ya choose to play this