(Talking) Sapient, I am the Letterhead...but people are always sayin'in all my pictures and shit it doesn't look like my head's made out of letters.  You gotta' see me in person, check it –

I'm so dishonest how could I ever make Honest Racket, yo it’s easy like a wand does magic/ I never brought it back, I just heard rhythm and played along to rat’s claws as the scurried across the attic/ And all the bass hits make paint chips fall and land on my mattress, also in my laundry basket…yeh/
But it feels so natural to be king

Below the kitchen, feel the producin’ room explode, when that kick makes ripples in your soup you’ll know/ That monster makin’ the floor move is the studio, tied down to the train tracks, chewin’ through the rope/ puttin’ that needle on wax via mechanical arm, releasing all the good and bad in my heart…huh
And it feels so natural to be king