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I shall prove that there exists a psychological technique

By which dreams may be interpreted

And that upon the application of this method

Every dream will show itself to be a sense-full, psychological structure

Which may be introduced into an assignable place

In the psychic activity of the waking state

I shall furthermore endeavor to explain the processes

Which give rise to the strangeness and obscurity of the dream

And to discover, through them, the nature of the psychic forces

Which operate, whether in combination or in opposition

To produce the dream

This accomplished, my investigation will terminate

Instincts goin', no lookin' back like a bat with an eye patch

All black through the woods with a backpack and a lit match

Spark one time, get the whole city lookin' like a dark shade of orange

When I burn it down

What it is? What it do? Whole clique gettin' live

I'm the talk of the town like my city had a mouth and it wouldn't shut up

On a hunt for a crown, when I get it I'ma burn it

'Cause nobody in the game right now even deserve it

What they need a crown for anyway?

I should have a halo the way that I made a penny turn to gold

And a penny for your thoughts? How 'bout a penny for your soul?

You know you want the riches and the money and the fame

So take a bite of the fruit, if you choose

Let the juice drip down, then awake to a pile full of gold

And a house up on a lake, ten hoes holdin' grapes, new clothes

And a row full of Js and a Lamb' in the garage

Lookin' like a zoo in here, whole crew in here, what it do in here?

Think I lost my mind, loose screw in here, then I walk outside

And everybody lookin' at me while I got 'em all in my sights

Pickin' 'em off, takin' 'em out, lookin' like daylight in the night

And I'm killin' so many if they really wanna get involved

Then everybody fall off into an elevator, now I'm Ray Rice

In this, psych, I'm ricin, take a bite, it's nice and I have a nice time with it

By the time that it finds the way to the right side of him

Not even a Heimlich could save him

A selective finger to you imbeciles, tell me, what's been gettin' into you?

Envy will kill you, she said, "I'm a gentleman," I'll admit

A lotta women sit up on my Ottoman, I don't give a damn

Like a otter with no time to kill, I been feelin' like the opposite

Of worthless and workin' ain't ever been a purposeful thing to me

I just do what I love and it works for me

So I'm wreckin' every track and puttin' money into pushin'

Finda me gunnin' till the finish and I'm gettin' overlooked

But everybody know I'm workin' and they say I do it so differently

So only time will give me everything that I deserve, my id