This one is dedicated to the excitable ones   Not the possums playing dead messing with my head   X amount of action, X amount of games   For years again I tell you the same      Gone already to the bored of it all type, lingo   That I'm seein' every single night I'm out   Bustin' head for it but your's gets busted   Right back lip split and      I messed up but I got back tryin'   Don't bother lyin' 'bout constant disappointment   But the fun is in the hunt so quit actin' on a front   And you're unmotivated, sorta faded   But the remedy is not so, get on with what you got      Remember Lady of Guadeloupe, the times my mother made mole   After mass we would get home, the girls are runnin' to the phone   And I'm in my bedroom the 45 on my record player   Was we're in this love together      At the time I never realized how songs haunted   The ones that I heard I played because I wanted   Drawin' on my wall from time to time coolin'   Makin' creatures come alive with no schoolin'      When I'm on the microphone   The method that I make is much patience   The method that I make is much patience   I'm waiting for the beat and then I make sense      Ain't comin' in hot, forgot you definitely got no clue   Ain't comin' in hot, you got, you definitely got so rude   Boy, actin' coy but you got nuts like Almond Joy, I tell ya   This is a tribute      No one looks as foolish as the excitable ones   But then again there's no one that has this much fun   X amount of action, X amount of games   For years again I tell you the same      Once I met a man who made nearly no mistakes   He would never bet on a long shot and he never bet on a break and   He's condescending and talks gossip galore   But the dude was definitely such a bore, hear me now      I messed up but I got back trying   Don't bother lying 'bout constant disappointment   But the fun is in the hunt so quit actin' on a front   Yeah, unmotivated, sorta faded   But the real man is not the one hiding behind the gunshot      Time travelin' through my memory   There's a younger dough gazin' at the galaxy   Space trippin' veto of the stars   Searchin' for UFOs from Neptune and Mars      Ode to an alien, I know you're out there   Cosmic, lonely heart tell me if you care   I'm listening for your sound, here on the ground   I'm listening for your sound, here on the ground      When I'm on the microphone   The method that I make is much patience   The method that I make is much patience   I'm waiting for the beat and then I make sense      Ain't comin' in hot, forgot you definitely got no clue   Ain't comin' in hot, you got, you definitely got so rude   Boy, actin' coy but you got nuts like Almond Joy, I tell ya   This is a tribute      I'm vexing many mofos but I'm wishing you the best   I keep 'bout half my lyrics and I throw out the rest   'Cause fly on by, you can if you want to   The method that makes sense is patience