aiyyo loading this bowl, got me unravelin my soul/
cuz these Thaihemian bones got me stoned/
like isreali soldiers in palestinian zones/
roamin alone packin holsters/
makes me wanna grab my microphones closer/
also known to flip scripts like quotin holy books on motion rollercoasters/
breakin tracks like locomotives loaded with explosives/
stash dope notions to leave most of my foes overdosin/
i smoke bones to the roaches/
like plastic detonations of potent atomic potions over Japanese nation/
contemplatin my awakenin..
revelations to start revolutions bigger than illusant temptations/
i'm ill...
this matrix has made me a patient, and filled/
with hate leaving mics raped and killed/
but still, whos rockin this real/
make you feel my topics/
for those hungry animals in political offices/
who process money for they own profits/
so who's a Narcicyst?/
you, me, and faces in all countries/
i dont feel the human race cuz they numb me/
like smokin dumb trees/
still they stumps left, get down on both knees/
your shits too wack to claim you bombin/
i'm always quick to stop your flow like arteries cloggin/
cuz they say it in an Arabs nature to hate yah/
Patrick Batemen will restate your fate, blow you up then deflate yah....