When I'm spittin' shit I don't bother dissing fools,
Cause they don't stop and listen to each other's lyrics and it's pretty pitiful...
Filthy swine, throw em jewels and they're lost in the sty,
... Back where you began with a bunch of dirty little minerals,
a waste of your time, dreams of communication are lost in the sky
with the rest of my mind, my life, my rhymes, and the beat that I'm spitting to.
Sounds like something wrong with it. Why?

So lost in the beat, I'm flowing backwards and sideways,
Doin' the verse my way, cats are criss-crossed by my speech.
I'm all over the place, so if you can't find the flow then you needa dig a little deeper,
shut your face and do a little peeping through your peepers,
seeping through ya speakers is my fucked up pace
and it's all wrong like catholic boys sleeping with their preachers,
no practice, but at least they speak what they try to teach.
Hang on, that's more useless than trying to bring peace to the middle east.

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