The minute I spit a verse I surpass the Gods immortal
succinct flow and cadence, them next dimensional portals
we collaborate on records, beats that get em high like xanax from Eckerds,
viagra for peckers, wood, thats not a puzzle, chess or checkers
mister professor, large, like beats for illmatic, nasty nas
put me on, I'm tryin to cop Brownstone in N-Y like the Cos
the ghetto huxtable wit a cause, cause I peddle the secret sauce
I'm not a secret anymore, I'm discreet, but I make em pause
the deductible, you weak and you hatin, i can't fuck wit you
but strut like you got somethin tucked, and I might buck at you
so sorry son, I'm partially done, apart of me wants to part ways
but apart keeps parking again in front of pen on dark days
I invent different appendixes, to stimulate appendages
my penmanship is pent up and posted in percentages...