Yo,I reached deep within my mind,
my heart and my soul,
stick the metaphorical arm,
grasp the mojo,
and then roam,
through the mystery of music,
I'm rebellious,but my thoughts are elusive,
always moving,like a gypsy,
steps are taken swiftly,
pacing through the blur,
wondering what could occur,
cause the mic is to me,
as life is to death,
so should the mic die,
may I breathe my last breath,
but until that time comes,
Im'a stretch my lungs,
preach endless heat to the beat that is still yet to come,one...

Intoxication, my voicebox rocks the nation
Sweet affiliation, the Doe Or Die situation - Az