my presence cant be exhausted
like a faucet, i flow till its what youre lost in
whats it costin?, a few shattered dreams
stolen securities like financial schemes
a dilema for most, born wealthy or urban
i rap with more heads than a community turban
pull back the drawstring curtin
the ill mc award is certain
an mc with more skill categories
than the S.A.T'S multiplied times fourty
just an mc rockin the mic with benefits
socially insured, casualty and dental
the only end to my rhyme is a shortage in pencils
so fuck the rainforest, outline it with stencils
im not gentle, a twisted mind behind this mystic rhyme
confined to cell block nine for an illegal exposure crime
than faced the judge in a tuxedo, incognido im high as a steeple
prophesize demons and gain control of the people
you couldnt hold a match to this
especially with the toxic gas my flow emits
heres my mic try to squeeze it, look at your fingers freezin
my rhyme to was to cold, try to believe it
an mc like this is just to beautiful
so go get made over like a caboodle