michael, it's madness trying ta step to me
I'm the sanest on the mic, psyche's intact, you see
it's not clever reppin' skills built on foundations of madness
when each key you press is echoed by the rustles of bad pests
fest-er-ing deep in your mind-vats of rhymes tryin' ta chime in with
space but it's not that defined so you can't even taste
what it's like to hold time as a concept,
your eye's 20/20, but your mind's eye is convex,
it's nonsense mike, quit wasting time and drop dead
or atleast just resume your daily regiment of meds

-Lokeye