Im puttin it all on a sentence, musta lost my senses, tears blood and swet when i coulda bin a dentist, spining in the gears in my head, well welcome to adulthood modern world, monitor your defences, eighteen year olds wandering through folly in the valley of the trecherous where dying is a blessing, i guess we got a death wish, trust my higher-self and keep an eye on my investment, I'll graduate a hero leave my body lying rested
yes indeedie i wrote graphiti on the bus, in junior high school I used to cus and fuss with my teachers, yellin loud as $#&@ from the bleachers, ketchup from my lunch on lunch on my t-shirt, candy by the bunch, playin video games an such, homework always interrupts so I didnt do that either, Rebocks on my feet drinkin Kool-aid by the liter, lookin at the gangsters and the rappers for a leader, I bin rappin since BIG died, second case of chicken-pox at sixteen, poppin a zit droppin the sick lines, trippin like a trick knee, all about my ninja turtles, Robocop, Jet Li and french fries, with nuckel-headed friends delinquency never ends, we partied till the the booze stopped, hit up all the cool spots, flirtin with the college girls, doller fer the jukebox, ciggaretts and liquor have you hollering from rooftops


money makes the world spin, center of the whirlwind,
win a hundred million probably spend it on a girlfriend,
put it in the bank the manager givin thanks.

just remember spend every penny before the world ends
mind over matter climb ladders into innerspace,
quiet all the chatter that you find on your interface,

waking up to face the day playin Macey Grey,
let the amber-yellow halo in the sky lead the way


oops, you parked your carcass in a darkness-zone, on your mark lets go, in the game of thrones from the stone fortress, cavernous hallways, through veins blood courses, ever-changing allways, evil at our door-steps, das how it stays the same, no one can escape the pain, wouldnt want to anyway, it made me what I am today, make it in my own two hands, thats where my heart is, just being yourself sometime what be the hardest in da nowadays, not to mention middle-eastern power plays, take it to the stage, make a theatre about it, anger fear and heartache, shoutin joy atop a mountain, its a vehicle, ride around, i do my own re-routing in the real world, here and now, observing the what an how, swervin a little sippin bourbon in a suburban town and its still early, my hairs thick and curly, my skins black so dingbats I walk past get squirlly
get up offa deez nuts, tell the board of education "(*##$ I wanna refund", tell my boss im on a permanent vacation beach-run, one that never ends forever, all I have ta do is write a rhyme an make it f-in cleaver, so Im a do dat fer myself an my crew, gettin wealth with or without fitted hat on top a dew rag, and you can find me in the isolation booth or the control room turnin mixer knobs and doodads
its a must I grow daily, sun up to down and from dusk til dawn, dont be afraid of failing, get the feeling, feeding my abilities, jump up an touch the cieling, interrupt the regular schedule for the revealing

who released the hounds that police the streets, underneath the scowl is a beast with bloody teeth, runnin through towns and cities, what could be more fitting, just let the bass pound and heads bounce for the feeling