Just a short keystlye. I figured I might as well do something thats worth someone's time while I'm visiting the site.

Zoom in on the lense, focus on the future
and as the clock bends, Father Time becomes a moocher
Takin' up all your minutes, he doesn't want you with Mother Earth
but time only exists in your mind, you decide what reality's worth
Search, within your soul, and try to find your deeper meaning
don't look at yourself as a whole, 'cause out of it your aura's bleeding
You find your hair receeding, fading away just like your mind
while your vision and reality fades too, leaving yourself blind
Don't be confined by your body, let your soul fly free
I been doin' it for years, before I became an emcee
what's emcee mean to me? I look into the mirror to find out
but when I look at my reflection, it's not myself that comes back out
It makes me shout, scream, terrifies me to death
hyperventilation, trouble takin' in a single breath