sorry so long

i can see the future, even the past or present,
smith try's to come against me, but now he's full of resentment,
your in my premonition, but i can see it that ya doomed,
cause your rhymes been wac since you dropped-fell out the womb,
you still think you can take me to? bitch you must be fadded,
the only time listen to ya is when i'm highly sedated,
now look at what you created, thinkin that your tupac when ya not,
you like a bong but instead you takin "rips from a cock"
cause ima mind fuck and your heads looking kind of pregnant,
oh your brain farted and its shiting out your mouth in segments,