my chests compressed wit stress, my vests been blessed wit crests, digest incest and sex//

complex hex rests on a whisper that i recite, aint nothin crisper than when i re-light my-mic//

you like too fight despite your fright, color dont matter brown,black,or white//

ill displace-you i like inerracial bustin nuts all in her facial//

sorry im so vivid and painted-my-picture, but some motherfuckers done tainted-my-scriptures//

my flows composed on scrolls are kept and froze, in a library wit snow exposed in many seperate rows//

i need a girl that blows and some smoke that glows, purple and blue so my folks get blowed//

puffin-fluffy-green, nothins-much-scerene, touchin-puppys-dreams, aint nothin-but-these-fiends//

one day i fear tha streets'll defeat me, but untill then my weed, pen and beats is all i need to complete-me.