(Niggas Lines Are Bytin like NIPPLES when Baby's BREAST FEED//
In this Lil PAWN on ya QUEEN now thats a CHEST Need//
Startegy's...To come Battle me//
Just add Flattery...to the Reason why the world's Mad at Me//
Mic Tragedy's//
Like JORDAN,JACKSON,And TYSON died//
Niggas want they cake and eat it too but on this theres no ICE'N inside(INSIGHT)*think about it*...//
Learn the Formula and Multitude Magnify'n//
Thsoe that Oppose get Blows till they Ribs Puncture a Organ u need for SURVIV'N//
The Ropes I'm TIE'N..are not Tidin's but TIDEN's//
Like waves and Sunami's//
Ya Mom didn't SWALLOW so sue MOMMY//
Extra Lengths measures to follow Procedures//
No aestethic...or Medic to hit the Emergency Lever//
Meat Cleaver..ya family's WHITE like OPTIKSZ meet CLEAVER//
Now as Time Rewinds and i sit Confine My design is of the Mind the kid under the desk during Columbine to each Line and Rhyme I combine catch Burst threw and Exit Sign and Intertwine each McDonalds Line//
It's the scheme of dreams that lean to revine my intervene on any Cyborg Machine to casue havoc to a Feind the pressure as it Seems can Lower Self esteem till ya Blood Vessels Pop and ya Heart Stops and ya Mind screams//
But durin all this Exmept Me...from the cryogenic tubes left Empty//
Cause i don't wanna see this 22nd CENTURY!