15 dollars and 35 cents
I'm a drink away from a spiritual experience
Rhythm section and a beat up microphone
I keep it under control
God knows but he just aint tellin
I've been down by law from Fort Hill to McClelon

But I gave up all that shit long ago
There's more to life than just screwing up you know

So I hit that mic like a lyrical mopar
Judge jury and executioner

Radio keeps playing but I aint listening
Got a drum kit set up in the corner of the kitchen
I'm just rocking steady while the system broadcasts lies
I'm not getting compromised.

Comin through in that basement style
I'm gonna kick down the walls in that basement style.