Verse 1:

Yo I'm sweet with it, complete lyrics you don't compete with
i sleep lyrics, and wake up rapped in the them sheets shit

i Eat lyrics, feastin on critics and what i see
kid i see lyrics 'fore they released (it's what i free)

Yo I beast lyrics hittin the peaks, toppin' trees
like they leaf-lets droppin like flees I knocked knees

i be that tight like fit 'em like sneaks to sock feet
feel the beat bitch, keep it affixed the hot steez

keep me, all up in the mix, like i'm part of ya recipe,
the kid keep it street yo the seed like sesame!

so spread the word like it's slurred some,
fuck the media, and if you in that scene b Alert Themm!

i kick the ass of rest - with the assets
flexed - any cast on the set gettin mad vexed

cos i'm the main attraction when fans check,
every line comin correct, there ain't no bad text!

HOOK:

ARE WE REALLY HAPPY HERE?
No Sir! cos the birds fly south
Once the sun stop shiiinin'
And ignorance turns into violence
That's how it goes!

ARE WE REALLY HAPPY HERE?
No Sir! cos the alarm bells ring
Once the good looks faaade
And the Good Book ain't turned a page
that's how it is!

VERSE 2:

homie the spellin mistakes we all makin are bound to happen
in this day and an age where the slang without a cap' an

fuck a page, yo i scribble on scraps about a napkin
like a riddle in the pieces i rap, no power nappin!

yo it's word of wisdom rhymed in twist
some times intermixed with mindless intuition

it's prime cuts, steak of juiciest kind
that keep ya rollin like a loosie in those dubious times!

so get ready for the script i kick to take the reins
metaphor so real the webster's dictionary changed,

updated like status of ya profile page an
if ya 'like' this ya lackin in emotional ways!

have some passion, fuck wearin the heart on the sleeve
it's so generic, so i'm rollin 'em up to be perceived

as an easy goin guy, bout 180
easy on the eye, or at least that's what i gage from the ladies!

HOOK:

ARE WE REALLY HAPPY HERE?
No Sir! cos the birds fly south
Once the sun stop shiiinin'
And ignorance turns into violence
That's how it goes!

ARE WE REALLY HAPPY HERE?
No Sir! cos the alarm bells ring
Once the good looks faaade
And the Good Book ain't turned a page
that's how it is!

VERSE 3:

Yo i'm tight with it, recite lyrics you wanna bite kid
i type lyrics, set 'em alight when i grip mic

shit they fight lyrics, ready for war, shootin on site lyrics,
tight lyrics, flyer than heights you'd wanna fly shit

it's hybrid, lyrics that fueled by what i write kid
a fusion of the sights and views of what i like

Alive in this bitch, where most struggle for life,
cos they spent it tryna cater to some misguided hype!

see it all up in the charts, like it's part of the formula
but the kid flow solo, so i don't blend with the orchestra

so in a word i'm a revelation,
in this revolution, where i'm just tryna pursue relations

and make money on the side on the 9/5
and inflations got me sighin when the price rise,

and inside, i be dyin for a nice ride
but till then, i'm endin this night with some light jive

CHIEF BEATS!