I wrote this on an airplane, we float thru the sky
when I get back home, I'ma smoke till I'm high
bloawin' on some slick shit with highcon the don
tommy on the beats and mix words for the song
trying to land safe and get my mother fuckin philly on
spillin wild lyrics till I make a fuckin milli-on
just buggin' on beats cuz I keep it unique
ain't no rap snitch son I got secrets to keep
technique with the speak and freak on the beats and drop heat
grindin forever, stayin clever, never sleepin in streets
creepin in jeeps with that illmatic in the speakers
mind's eye watchin time fly and lookin for keepers
a pretty little lady with a clever little thinker
pink shirt, sexy feet and real good drinker
sits on my lap and spits shit from my raps
ahhh they turned the lights off...I'ma take a little nap
it's a wrap

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it's time to get ill