Your face frozen, stunned like you can't wait, It's (bleep), you don't know me from a can of paint, Spit flames like Ghost Rider it's off the chain,When the pen hit the paper it's like Stewie vs the Brain... Today's plan is the same: Observe situations around me create change. What I write when I write's from the Heart, What I say how I say it when it comes out that's the Art. Your head spinin', gone off the crimson, Stick around this could have ah surprise endin'. No hooks is not what you use to pardon, This is good hood music grab ah plate if you stravin'. Let's make ah bargain, all the jar-gon you hearin', You listen everyday it's catchy but you not caring, Guarantee this will hook your ear like ah ear-ring, Backseat driver shit the fuck up if you're steering... Music ah gift uplift roll ah spliff, And stay ah livin' legend just like Bone Crusher Smith. While you on the Amistad,Lookin like Ahmad Rashād, You garbage about to fall off, Just be ah man, walk away with your loss, A penny for your thoughts. Or a dollar to look,Or listen for free right here is the hook-- Catch me reading comicbooks straight geekin', Catch me with ah broad all about freakin', These lames sound the same,Big question: Did it die? Come back or will it change? The main focus is the lyrics, As long as they stay underground samples don't need to clear it. But if it do sell, then pray do tell, A lot of motherfuckres come from under their seashells. And I'm ah land shark flow on concrete streets, Take seven days to defeat the week-- to the beat. Y'all know who the freshest, We don't need no water it burns like Waco Texas... They bitein', word of mouth through Mike Tyson, To beat the Fire Nation inject them with promicin, Run and get your kids when he spits it get frightening, ...Hell is he talkin' about more importantly what is he writing (IDK). Don't do show for free But when he appear for free known to bring his own hypemen...

Sorta like... Checkmate, but you ah SORE LOSER, So I said stalemate just to make it end sooner. Shit I spit so hot people say it's just ah rumor. Who'd you hear it from? It was a trust worthy Padawan. Hypodermic in his eye, the boy don't lie, Firecracker cracker fire blew off his hand on the 4th of July. So he made one artificial, And kept a green microphone he also made on the left side like a pistol. And turned grey right before the war (war?), The concepts been displayed and guess who I left it for... I FEEL LIKE MY CAT when she hit the bowl just to splash the water, A natural balance between chaos and order, If I had a quarter every time,  That I said if I had a quarter for this time, I'd probably be rich by this time. But maybe I'm rich from the love that I get, But when you invisible no love comes with it. (Dap!) Good looks for those kind words of inspiration, Brain is like MacGyver while he trapped inside waitin', What's hidden inside an empty box the answer was blatant'in Set it on these wack cats go head dare me, And keep a wide array of sharp hooks like Peter Pan's adversary. When people lose faith in you in starts to stick wit'cha, Until you fade away like Marty Mcfly's picture, Most these kids is nervous like Michael Jackson's fuckin' with'ya. (no control) A guy who loves rock'n roll, Beatles or Rolling Stone, And crack corn with Jimmy who just said beware of the enemy. And stay up late night, The only one who cross streams and live to tell the story right. For the purpose of this limited addition, IF you listening be happy you got clearance, Talk to inner spirits,  Who said I got seven infinite minuets Before the music resembles my image--

Niggas ain't Worthy like James,      I spit Flames, From the top of the Key like Cocaine,      And some loose change, Now we Ice skatin' on Soul Train, You left ah skid mark shit stain, While I'm Thinkin long range Like Danny Ainge. The frames been set who wanna step pathetic! A stare down between two blind men's more respected, Your skills is bruise and battered,         Nigga you dra--ma--tic, Frontin' like you had ah whole bag of (never had it) Bang your head like ah corrupt cop, Bang your head like the beat knock, Regardless which one it ain't gone stop (stop), Okay maybe right there, now Ass the only spot/ Like an obese woman in your seat it just got hot,/Too hot for your peps to come over and borrow, Tell them how you got the track and maybe they'll go follow.Your zip lock bag can't hold an ounce of this,Act like you doin pull-ups put your arms up for this... Steal... GET UM UP!!! Hi-Five... GET UM UP!!! It's ah Stick up... GET UM UP!!! Out of Breathe... GET UM UP!!! Rebound... GET UM UP!!! Touch the Backboard... GET UM UP!!!' You got ah Question...GET UM UP!!! This is the Jam... / GET UM UP!!! Smell your Armpits / GET UM UP!!! High... GET UM UP!!! Now Freeze!

In the days when it was hard to get a roscoe,you could get jumped for strictly talkin out your asshole,Or havin beef with a neighborhood rival,Ah fast runner on these streets ah necessity of survival,Think shit sweet,Talk is cheap,See ah crew standin deep,Be ah bigger dude and don't cross the street.Anyone can get it man nigga suburban mister,Your average joe or your tight jean wearin' urban hipster.Close your eyes and dive right in,Throw ah punch if you get hit it prob'ly was your friend,2 fist x 15 men,Rocky you can't win,The bum-rush starts where the beat-down begin.In the days when it was hard to get a roscoe,You could get jumped for strictly talkin out your asshole,Be ah bully as tough as Biff,Still get rolled like a spliff,Hard to identify when laid out on the petri dish...

I'm, flying with my feet in the grass barefoot I took a hit and ask my friend exactly where would,  we be without knowing this alternate perspective,  he exhaled and said we be less connected to the collective I respected his response reflected for a second asked him what he wants,he said, "from life?" I said no out of this moment, he said the dealers number and asked me if I owned it so I phoned it to see if he had any inspiration now I'm getting antsy because I'm watin and I'm waitin, blue change to red then black,and back again at 3am he answered this was my question... And I bring that same type of enthusiastic , Reflections and shadows of modern day magic, Grab it (hold on!) Hold it (oh no!) Came to and my mind slid outta my skull, It wasn't outta control we had a conversation about the places my body would go where my mind took us, Like walking on the moon, Swimming with mammals  Or running naked with a pack of wolves in the woods, I try to recreate the way that it felt, But since I can't a consolation prize, Constellation orion's  belt, I grabbed it to big poked some new holes, rearrange my soul Stuck my mind back inside of my skull and I ask...

Transmute yourself when you bump this in your system,For those who oppose and violate need to listen.Just got the rest of it,Spit on it most definite,The deacon needed ah witness and I got ah testament.Spiritual autograph something that you can' t see,So when you feel the cold wind, ya'll gone remember me.I've submerged like Sub-Mariner from the deep,Communicate with humans using my mind I don't speak,Like the man aqua,You move to fast and cliffhanging remember I gotcha,Unlike my pockets the rap game ain't broke it's just out of order,We all get our quarterBack if we thought the gig was wack,We attack,Show set sound stage if we don't like it,I came by myself and you brought Cleo as ah sidekick,Like the psychicCards true M-C's never lie,And still write rhymes till the day that I die,I said I will write rhymes till the day that I die.I bend minds like the doctor while you impatiently waitin',Caught up in rock hell your mind stagnatin',Shave off my hair and see that I'm part of the alien nation,And I'm all for racism and segregation.Concrete jungle poems harder than black stone dick and Guinness,This block belongs to Cobra La get off the premise. The microphone ain't loud enough of the people can't hear me,I swear to Fred Jason and Chuck they gone fear me,Now clearly see the affects of an ill format,They wasn't prepared for a track like that Move on these tracks like Flo-Joe,Don't get caught in the under tow,Half the battle and now you know,Plse stop fuckin with the tempo,It feels like the instrumental is in my mental,And thats word to Jazz HipHop Bebop and Rock Steady,Lyrics like Nun-chucks Sais Swords Pole mean Green and Ugly,Swing harder than K C Jones playing rugby,You seeing me you insane, Cocaine,Or yous ah dummy,And no we don't eat Portishead so throw it out,You got some shit thats on your mind you spit it out,This is fast food for thought that's just take out,Before I'm out... Believed the earth was flat so I walked off it,Easily influenced so now I'm an alcoholic,On these tracks ya'll can't and you all lucky,Porcupine steez cause you fuckers can't touch me,J beats leavin them open,Your venom sting ain't potent,Something I put in my herbal tea,You heard of me IDK,From the central streets of Brooklyn to central bookin',Your track s broke I do a plumbing job on them like Bookmen,(How you feelin') When I vibrate streets and shake floors,And change matterMake things matter,And mess with your brain matter,With just my mind,Now you hit rewind from involuntary design...    

Should I pardon garbage/ That's just plain retarded/If it was food, you couldn't feed ah Somalian stravin/Your rap portions as foreign as martians/In the streets runnin' from cops, bullet dodgein/If you ah star then/I'm the ambient light so you'll never be seen/Black Tyler Durden I won't never be seen/Bodies ah disease flows an obscene vaccine/And ya'll still don't got ah clue like the D-J/In this nightmare Fred Krueger's my D-J/And yall force to listen to everything that he plays/Now your ears bleedin/ nobody speakin/And I'm on call giving out silent treatments/Until we hit the streets/ Don't be looking for me... This is what we write when we bullshitin'/We did it now people wanna listen/Serious tracks was made so my pretentions persuadeTo put out some shit that we do everyday/Ain't no near mthafucka seeing me ya!/Due to the shit you lack in originality/Now we standin on rooftops observin cops,Pass through the block/ But they shouldn't stop/Near according to Hip-Hop/ but on some suicide patient they on some why not/What's the worst that can happen/ in the mist of action/We can hear them talkin but we can't see them rappin/Somebody call for back up, go get the captain/In the mist of action, you'll still gone be lookin for me/Don't come lookin for me....