heads been poundin for days, tryin to avoid sun's rays/
grey waves of depression stays
a haze plays on my vision explain//
why i feel so insane i won't stray
the mission destruction of confusion corupption
rhtym, you have it or you don't, that's a phallicy//
i'm in em, every sprouting tree, every cloud i see, every child agrees
i'm up on the rise, ya'l can see me now cause you don't see wit ya eyes
you percive wit ya mind, corrupted enterprise, compromise the skies i can see between the lies
this text is the weapon i'm weildin an steppin//
rippin and stretchin minds eye of perfection
raise the alarm, i'm out to do harm//
like napoleaon the pig from "animal farm"
political vendetta, vandal fire spreadda//
robbin you all but i aint takin chedda
i think that you know betta, a "ruger" not "baretta"
my mind is like the nine the bullets kill ya deada
words like hurricanes and typhoons do damage//
verbal pilgrimage to my roots i pay them homage
caught up in this conflict, use instinct an run quik//
lick lips and spit shit volcanic and so sick
a blank slate from the acetate//
top rate prstitute my prostate, probate, private
alliterate illiterate

The Flow Was Bit Choppy But Was Still An Aiight Piece... Keep ya Head Up

I agree on the bit choppy. I think it just need a better flow to it... it was still an alright peice. OoNnEe