aiyyo i'ma fuck over random people like serial rapists,it's a managomy
i'm the artist that's hard to see
like the face of your partner in sodomy
still tagging up blocks
take a number, no wonder they clock
who? them cops i feel like a wrist cuz i'm constantly under they watch


let me load a bowl and unravel my soul
cuz these Thaiheimian bones got me stoned
like Isreali soldiers in Palestinian zones
roamin alone packin holsters
make me wanna grab my microphone closer
also known to flip scripts like quotin holy books on motion rollercoasters
breakin tracks like locomotives loaded with explosives
spit dope notions to leave most my foes overdosin
i smoke bones to the roaches
like plastic detonations of potent atomic potions over the Japanese nation
contemplayin my awakenin
revelations to start revolutions bigger than illusant temptations
i'm ill
this matrix made me a patient and filled
with hate leavin mics raped and killed
but still who's rockin this real
make you feel my topics
often openin my third optic for those hungry animals in political office
who process money for they own profits
so who's a Narcicyst?!?
you, me, and faces in all countries
i don't feel the human race cuz they numb me
like smokin dumb trees
still they stumped get down on both knees
you're still claimin you that you doin all this rhyme bombin
but still you aint quick to stop my flow like an artery cloggin
they say it's in an Arabs nature to hate yah
Patrick Bateman will restate your fate blow you up then deflate yah....

too high to think of anythin right now so imma leave it at that