tha incentive of inventive wits, give me tha permission to perscribe presented writs//

shits tha same in all ya other friends, keepin shit released while sneakin a piece of my fuckin trends//

clinse tha rain after it drenches from tha sky, pour into a fit after rinsin in my tai//

why must i smoke down pounds of herb, cause im so stressed bein pressed to be superb//

in a field of many different emcees, when they exempt-me from a life of bliss it always seems to tempt-me//

pimp-ing is a trait that many think they have attained, but tha way to a ladies heart is patience and dont complain//

its strange,some cant understand tha possibility of beein married, to some, it suprises them and can become quite scarry//

it varries when we become so consumed with materials, its ashamed but we musnt show shame as imperials//

serial code is printed on tha skin, read by many machines by 3010//

then surgical enhancements are grafted to tha bones, minell be a couple a 12's and a microphone//

my tone changes as the end draws near, changin like our lives when we remain stuck here.