yo I know I’m capable of killin
but I’m focussed on my flow just sittin here distillin
so that it ain’t so hard to swallow
although I let every listener know my shit is goin be hard to follow
these words ain’t hollow
so they hard to move wit
once u enter my chamber
its hard to lose it
it dont cum quick
my imagery ain’t no minute mans shit
so what if their hot for that minute
my shit be like that fridge
it never leave the kitchen
and when you ready to eat
there’s a box filled with more food for thought
then you everd a thought a thought could have ushered or brought
and its hot, yeah hot, but this food dont rot
it stay wet, and sweat and it never get caught
its like that ginger bread man
fuck these lil red ridin hoods
the wolves on patrol
the wolves walk in shadows
the dogs never make it, they keep tryin even on parole
its the moons blood in they soul
moonshine in control
of youth who dont know, life outside the fast pace of blazed slow mo
thinkin they can see the future that they dont know
but yo, i'm all for it..trapped in a forest of wooden flows