ink bleeds through my skin.. even though my diseases are cleansed..and my thesis it bends//

to mask tha thoughts i shade my mind from.. in fact i hate tha time it takes to find one//

a thought when your caught wit writers block.. get fucked wit so i bought a tighter glock//

one wit add ons and advancments..it wont help against my mind implanted wit enhancements//

so i can stand shit computer chips i get stamped wit..my speakers implode from tha time that i amped it//

this is one of those abstacles u cant hurdle...my hydro's tropical and glows purple//

i freeze air in tha palm of my hand...my knees tear while embalming my strand//

my rhymes lag and hesitate...over time my mic resinates..leavin indentions in ya brain where my words penetrate//

left in a state of mindless torture and eternal slumber...dumb bitch wont quit stalkin me so i burned my number.