"the air is conditioned, entering my lungs and mind, pumped in my system/
like hyperventalating perscriptions
plots known for leaders on podiums/
interfering you from hearing truth to control the petroleum/
its all in they pockets/
profits the marked since the loss of your optics/
the course of my clock ticks/"

the vocab n word play in those lines were awsome, that was some madd shit, i like the way u put yo shit together,
i gotta ask ya like where do u get ur inspiration to write pieces like this from, i mean i felt sum a this shit's anger towards whats happenin in Iraq u gotta tell us