its so many things to politic the dream back forth reality memory self esteem im blending thru cere...breem...or cerebrum thinking...drinking and linking thoughts together remember Lincoln i suppose i implode...eventually erode recover...stealth...and break the mold ice cold delivery synergy eclectic within the imagery listen he...develops over time envelops the open mind then breathes to slow the time grasping the focused grind i been on automatic head stuck in the manual need to put it in manual automatically shifting the granules i cant see it like i used to...excuses the muses just aint the same to flicker the fuses excuses...excuse me drifting down stream i sift thru plowed dreams the prolif...it now seems im exhausted...tired decrepit and lifes vaulted or passed me by cause she said the pharcyde was difficult in her eyes i rise like pay check to pay check and slay trek to delay wept...tears my fears envelope the soul thats withered here ya picture clear as day...6 feet under..decay i stray like a bullet without direction per say or hearsay...i reveal the real may..or me the mayor of thievery illegally confiscating your beliefs in who is he??
"dude, the only thing i fear is your hair cut.. what is that a mop glued to your head? come on man... style up."-Bartek
all across ya forhead and cheek bones...i break facials and reconstruct beauty to ugly...im an artist mang...Lincoln Picasso Van Gogh
Profound sound .....rain pains ..... Lyric of life ...we are not the same .....
I am not the same ....i rain ..thunder in these words spoken ...the chosen ..golden ...will smite .. those who think they want the knife ... Plight of half written verses ...chose stories of allegory ...to go untold ...those hands fold ....molded ...carefully in craftsman's hands ... The answer i .am ...AI ..the cross i cross too fast ...first step pass you ...rearview ...no mirrors i remember ...defenders ...shake 'em in to my blind spots .. per the pine box ... behind my hind parts ...
Jump out the belly of the beast with a hanzo blade, demand no grade, the grass is always greener.. re-up, with a shuriken that's laced with a venomous touch, I'm menacing much, enough to fuck your wife..and leave her, 's'either inhale ether, impale your chest plate with a big blunt cleaver, wheel up waving out the stainless steel, the pain is peel your wig back, spray and chill, aim to kill, AWACS, Navy seal, may we spill, liquor on your grave and feel, no remorse for your corpse's stance sword in the dirt, of course you was first to burst but I'm mourning your work.
Intoxication, my voicebox rocks the nation Sweet affiliation, the Doe Or Die situation - Az