Built on the soul intention to speak raw material when you feel my pressence floating around your sector like chemical fumes straight up casting your doom../ My plan is to infaltrate my thoughts into your room../ Do you feel me or do you wana kill me and my style running out of control like oil pouring in the ocean shit load of this black gold got your mind on hold../ Destenation ready to unfold all around your world is so,so, cold../ Let me be the one who shapes your mold into a work of art to be told by a wise man's words../ I make you feel the high levetation until you rise to the heavens../ See the passion and supreme satisfaction caused by my main attraction as it separates your mind body and soul in three parts to start the traction../ Choose one faction of good or evil, then be ready for the sequel../ Flying with me next to the seagal who speaks the language that is real../ Imagination keeps me steady when i ain't ready for the cruel world's pitty../
So don't worry if this ryme has got you thinking what i write is silly../ I try my best to make my verses make sense../ Their is no other way for me to spill more beans../ But all i can say is that i'm happy when i dream cuz i know their is a life out there that holds my skeem../