Slipping through these intervals supe the dudes just a cynical spitter so cut the chitter chatter when you see the batter up, badder than two mick jaggers, mike jack and an rj bagger what sadder is these lil naggers be thinking that they can hang so i swang Nothings changed but the change in my pocket. Time spent Tryna blow like a defective rocket. While men amass hard cash throwing blocks it into stock and tossing what they love most to the rocks for gold lockets locks upon the head wrapped in a head band and im heading in the right direction flexing my fifth gate pop in themic bump the track and then slay they say im very scary so beware the forwarning before warring with the kid supe coming though to give you a taste of what i call that great shit take it don't fake it life is what you make It for now im just an "aint shit" brother with bigger dreams than the seams holding my life together but despite the weather y ou catch me dancing underneath a holy umbrella swiss cheesed by hella hail sippin from the holy grail smoking from the chalice i only roll another L to get away from violence, coping with reality, look how my brothers dying, how could you be mad at me with bombs and bullets flying in the words of the infamous Brooklyn-ite fuhgeddahboutit in the words of the infamous Brooklyn-ite fuhgeddahboutit fuhgeddahboutit fuhgeddahboutit fuhgeddahboutit fuhgeddahboutit in the words of the infamous Brooklyn-ite fuhgeddahboutit you're always putting it off until the morning sun comes sometimes you need to be about it now, move ya body now, turn about and look around you're always putting it off until the morning sun comes sometimes you need to be about it now, move ya body now, turn about and look around I'm so fly when i die i'll be buried 6 feet lower than cruising altitude in this sky i've made my home so when you look up you see me right next to the sun i'm the 1, 2, 3, filled with knowledge and wisdom understand the man anything you want i can deliver quick with the snapbacks not hats retorts of all sorts it's hard to take a loss from me let's hope that you're a good sport, shake hands no funny business but if is i hit you with the born cypher, (the type to mike tys ya, or entice ya, make you wanna try to get down with the get down, if not please just sit down)

Waiting. Listening. Stranger. Just visiting. (Silent in Savannah, sleepless in America.) Sometimes I take a great notion To my mind. No grand designs Play the places. Face the blank faces. Playing gigs can be fun sometimes; Strum drum whine, no grand designs. (Bebop cowboy, he got that sound toy, Tricky Dick and Bryan Fireheim, Sounds and time: no grand designs)

after a while the beach always begins to drive my body crazy battered with and brined in the heaviness of salt water ten thousand grains of sand and i can feel them all individually sand between my toes i remember once on the sea of Japan a surfer's beach white-hot white sun white sand white skin and the next morning I could hardly move Full fathom five your father lies These are pearls that were his eyes Seagulls sourly sing his knell [Sea shells, she sells seashells] By the sea shore So in the sun that I failed to see it I sift the sand and I fail to find it one time at coney island within the sweet ugly smell of summer garbage the seagulls circling screaming hungry impatient beaks hovering around the trash can stinging yellowjacket wasps, one of them landed in my face and crawled right over my eye and i thought i'll never see again too much to look at, anyway Comb the beach for empty shells Sun sets, sea swells Full fathom five and I fail to find it