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