they bought us, souls sold for profits/
fold your dollars, and hopr your children dont get lost like Hatta/
lets aim at building like Mohammed A'atta/
kats that claim to put out on a higher status, i'm feelin few so panic/
if you dont like what i put out, let me know like refusing salads/
heart pounding pounding balance, social satire mark you with words/
skin talks, ignorant shit, i rip your face off/
look you handing out jerseys to get props/
news flash i spit the sports front page cough/
12 bits by the killer i hurt the rape to shake yall/
pinch band break you off with low frequencies that sound nuts like baseballs/
first draft tendency, the pen draws angles to take off your corners rock/
street tagging, dodging rubix cubes avoiding writers block/
dont brag about my possesions, put yours into question, its all natural/
indivualistic characteristics, what have you/
like its hard for me, hungry money kats too/
who spend eternitiy to end love between whites arabs and jews/
if we all looked out for each other, it would be trust worth rap crews/
we'd be better off like dysfunctional hands, now thats true/
hoping neighborhoods with no crack viles, blood forced to flow back/
more fronting like you met Nicholson especially when you dont know Jack/
seeking my pen to holler at men, asking who evacuated/
like swedish lving rooms, i'm a manual and just trying to make it/
royal family, proporganda and speech changes/
photography lenses see thru thick glass without bending or breaking/
life is your gift, i shake music to what i see it as/
more limits and gimmicks, 14 meter hurdles is what i'm leaping at/
i hope you ignore those telling you what you could or couldnt do/
on this terrain a single brain is just too much when put to use/
i'm always gonna be me, true to what i'm living to do/
that's the reason why i cant hold back like a crippled masseuse...