Club 33

Everyone wants to go no one can get in

There’s this thing called Club 33

It’s a really big deal

You can’t get in no matter what

The only way to go there is

If you pay this ridiculous fee

Where, I mean it’s a thousand dollars

Like, like a hundred years and

All this fucking shit

And eventually you gain access, 2k to get in

Ay

I’m a caterpillar turning into a butterfly

Crazy baby with the butter

Knife singing lullabies

Still holding on, hanging tough

Writing all the time hanging on like a koala

Bear that’s overqualified

About to go postal

Kill everyone like Columbine

Almost lost my fucking mind had

To fall in line

I’m a member of a secret society

But frequently I’m still a freak with anxiety

Misguided angel just stays home

‘Cause good MCs are hard to

Find like pagers and payphones

Mind’s a lethal environment

I’ve got tunnel vision

Now that the sun has risen

I have broken out of prison

King Kong, rhyme spine tingling

Make your skin crawl

‘Cause words keep bouncing ‘round my

Head just like a pinball

Multiples like when I

Hit multi-bolt unassaultable

Cuffing up a half a half a dozen

That’s the cult involved

Carrier of art from the

Heart with no barriers

Libra-Scorpio, a Scorpio, a Sagittarius

Went from agitated scorpion in a solarium

Anonymous piranhas adopting to new aquarium

Yeah mercy me

OG like Percee P

The beat’s a grip but I might

Drop a verse for free

That’s a gift I got from me, swift

So dinner on me (swift)

Roll it up in a spliff and meet at Club 33

Another K, I don’t play another bat tigon

Touring like a bag of bomb

Tag but I don’t tagalong

Another day what’s a goon to a goblin?

A king to a God, nah a human to an atom bomb

No yellow lines

That’s a road I could travel on

I spit it clear

Ain’t no song that I babble on

I watch for Jake not Jake One the babble-on

And ride the horse into the

Sun without a saddle on

I never fell above hell with the scavengers

Choke a rapper ‘til he

Blue mixed with lavender (sad)

I always try to be up front like collateral

While motherfuckers try to play the

Back and act radical

That I prefer to spit at

The judge and the jury unleash the fury

I splash Jewry from out the

Window of the Jimmy’Z wagon

I’ll flex a muscle on hating ash, bury

Bang the metal like a crash derby

The pen is my blade

To sharpen it I cut flesh to the bone

So chemical my stones is arsenic

The face carver sit on a throne like Arthur

Pulling strings, no archer

Leaving bums out in the cold

Without a North Face Sparker

I take vengeance, rev the race engines

Diamonds dancing on dinner plated pendants

Cut through the yellow ribbon

And made an entrance i played the benches

So many lines my code

Name is great adventures

Yo, Six Flags use your Versace

Shirt as a dish rag

Magic man, I’m digging in my trick bag

Do you know what I have for you?

To enter Club 33

A guest must press the buzzer on an intercom

Concealed by a hidden panel at the doorway

Club 33! Air Horn