As I Sit and Stare, Unaware of Plots around 'here' and out 'there'
My mind pauses, clicks and points - but ta' where?
Suddenly I’m Scared as Suddenly as with Blare (witch)
And Suddenly I can't even Maintain my Life, I don't Care
Tragedy befalls, Mass Nations and All
Sanity Corrupted Explodes off Dry-Wall
Mentality Grated like Cheese - stuck like Blue-balls
Immediately with Ease I switch Gears and Peep's Freeze
Struggle at their Belt loops for Heat ta' make Plea's
Time elapses, collapses and traps us
Enough Time for me ta' take Mine and let Caps bust
As you can see: the plots Shifted like this Rap Stuff
No longer Intellectual Conceptual or even Stacked up
Its Slacked up any one can get backup
You want Bad Luck? Incoming Mack Truck.
Savage as Pitchforks thrown with Full Force
Enough Torque ta' Rip ya Spine out the Back Porch

Un-taught, the Mic can be Deadly and What-Not
I'm here ta' help you un-do Bad Habits like Slip Knots
Hip-Hop Elevated comes across Uneducated
Heavy Weight MC's suddenly Light Weighted and Degraded
Like How The Fuck They Ever Made it?
Unknown like Plots until they're Full Blown
By then it's impossible ta' see the light of True Stars Shown
Heavily hidden like Heavenly women that Listen - See?
Time to throw down the pencil and just... Leave.
Peace.

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