(J-Fizzle)
an apple a day
keeps the doctor away

but if the doctor is Dre
I'll have a couple of grapes
I'll make a couple of tapes

create lyrical rape
then go back to my old school in Gucci and Bape
call my teacher an Ape

smack some kids in the face
enlighten the place
like a match to a J

post-Harlequins
provoking me to start again
D4T, Im making music,

Got these haters shook like Parkinson's , jump out the skin
spitting so cold make you pull up in a cardigan
these rappers so old I could make some fuel out of them

Wishy wash ur synonym
Wise victim, Im villianless
Feeling kinda ignorant

The young is never innocent
the system has been screwing it but give it no acknowledgment
yet you buy expensive shizz

Heck, you nearly polished it
I'm not your average Joe
accepting sloppy flows

and yes my wallet on that rick ross
Its gotta lot of folds
Dust all in the crevices,

Spending cash for the hell of it
Cause it was meant to sell and recieve
Just ask the goverment,

The time u spent to listen to me...
Well that's irrelevant
I guess it's be expedient,

For me to mention money, girls, cars, and green depressants
But for that im too intelligent
hyprocrit, alittle bit

Da da da ur loving it,
Now time to pass mic to Paranoium
We're the talented,

Messing up this world
I did it when i stepped my foot in this
(Paranoium)

the rhymes more mobile than a mother$#&@ing nursery,
Chillin at the crib..tell me that ya heard of me,
yes.. booties on me. Fit just like a shoe,

Used to use my nous just to confuse some foo's.
go an call me baby. this is the delivery room.
Say that I'm behind you. we'll see who's history dude.

Locked inside a locket like I lost all of my thoughts
it's got me caught on shirt pockets
stuck are the creases of the hinge,

trapped within times that are shrouded in sin.
Binge on food til' I bend the rules,
tempted when they send the booze,

then refuse forbidden fruit.
Uh..
Like he must have O.A.S.

This is no way sex,
but I guess entered the course with a wood of remorse.
Yeah

I broke the window when I had the $#&@ing opportunity
Now I can't fix the pain of my own $#&@ing importunity.
So I play with words, riper than banana-grams.

opium ran a man that's another anagram.
now the toes stand in sand
my castle walls tumble

do they have to all crumble
Got the tea in my eye, yet the green's really jumbled.
you can call me humble as you sit and watch me stumble.

but I'm never dropping my weapon
kinda like a bumblebee
skill's in my dungarees

got about hundred creeds
and of course you know that we
(J-Fizzle)
stay hype
stay bright

my brain is made of headlights
Right.
and im still above the influence like head lice,
Nice.
and if ur faded you're not my type

Im qwerty, you're handwrite
I got no team,
my self esteem is on ice
please tell me who is the freshest than me
that was rhetorical so leave it be

seriously I know my skill can be beat,
don't be a geek just let me be pleased,
where were these !@$)gots when I was in need
causing the pain and then left me to bleed
you better not ask me what's under my sleeve

ask me what's there.. skin and some meat
no physical damage
I'm flyer than salmon
I'll hang like a hammock,
With kids that can manage
Being real with me

Without being the jerks that i be writing these tagents for
most of you can't manage the truth
Or manage ur youth,
Claiming ur religious
Then ur taking schlongs to the tooth,
Ew,
Im on the road to virtue

im misguided as you,
And honestly it freaking pains me to relate to bafoons,
Cause in the end i could erase you like some freaking cartoons,
Death4Thoughts,
Cause Socrates ain't coming back for you fools.
Duo!