a trinity of four long seasons of pain,
arrange a fan bassist, erased and insane,
rap about love, while busy lying in the rain,
undergraduate of hip hop, on unfriendly terrain
didn't I pronounce the ph, in the phat?
didn't you know prophets once stood where you sat?
don't I explore the back words, just like the bat?
explain advanced calculus, and all you say is "tru dat!"
a meteor metaphor sliding down to the Earth
Chris may Rock it, but he doesn't know what it's worth
truffle shuffled to death, just shaking the girth
you've been breathing my oxygen since the moment of birth
chopping legs off, create lame word analogies
realities? please, enough sentimentality
fortify the Skye to Sweetam with fatality
happiness? fuck that, here's a lesson in Mortality


yeah, shut up, the bars are all out of wack, but it flows in audio, so fuck right off