Cuz it's somethign you gonna sleep on...but fuck it I'm bored so
I slap the spectaors witha dose of insomnia
open the flood gates and expose the sheer rhymin' of../
a prodical mind, my phnemonal grind is credit
to edit the dept of days used to pay dues/ get at me...
My CD of fine line of rhyme is just 5.99..(plug)...
tap into energy of sublime wine of grime/
cloth in the game with the fit pro makes...
turn around and make profit, you hope I fail for YOUR sake/
Cuz your dimise is your dispise, you mad I excell, hater?
my ego equals my dick size......I wear Magnaum XL, playa/
you gas my energy to keep the dope lines comin'
and lay it down on the track like
Jon Drummond /
And I would carry a beem of light but my eyes never have seen the like
even the best of my marit to carry it has been decived by life/..
you follow me?..no really, follow me, I'm misery- got company?
so deeply envovled in my infamy it's a trip to see God run from me/