Master of My Craft (Lyrics)

I got a gold medal record time, gold record, diamond mine, name in print, tongue, tshirts, and minds. thread count - high commissions - high hourly rates - high a minute of your time? forget about it. I didn't come here to dream or teach the world things, define paradigms, or curate no livin days, with high thread counts and staircases high. People die I don't care, you should see the wall of ambivalence I'm building I got no love for the living. Death to all false profits around here we praise a dollar you fuckin hippie Wanna walk around in my shoes and then tell me how it feels Ya know Socrates died in the fuckin' gutter!