rich dad why is he so mad spiritually sad
poor dad why is he so glad physically bad
speaking tongues in the back phew
no change for you lad's passing ash trays
and drinking brew is the view in a few
temples stretched across new
lakes of fire isolated jews
bouncing back flipping penny candy
in the shape of swedish fish handy
mans gadgets storming around me an island
without gilligan and the skipper
cluesless mr. furley thinking jack tripper is gay
when i lay in all girls dreams
but it seems haters keep on demanding
attempting to pull on my strings
all things are useless
so from this day i will remain motionless
in a glass of water can't see diamonds
they don't speak they just enterain self worth
after torcher and pressure from all sides
i will rize coal placed on heads
of morges dead bodies stop to think who rides
who candle stick praying on my prosperity

no white flags over head
we bang hoods against hoods until we're all dead
it's so many motor mouths in hip hop so what haven't been said
the bible say the moon will bleed red
so i'm researching a rubble pile fred
looking for pebbles of joy carved in lead
life lines who can cut minds bread
is to rich in love so in bed
i embrace noon's knife snug
to johnny apple seeds fed 2 bug
wireless phone taps dug the road maps lingo
thugs escaping police lasso of ease drop
angels down sink holes blunted out interstate 90
waits up cramped up with talking
so i go back to walking
with a journal and a lethal 30 wpm
so you can't keep pace but the dragon gets it
in fast foward i'm bored of battle verses
hearsay my new video is on peace of how the beast lost
the war ill tour i'm 36 and i still gotta go do my coures

i got the freedom from a fighter on the block
damn it put my bowery poetry in shock
after the prejudice thanx to shindler's list
took a headphone nigga like me to get pissed
know some brothers wit' da iraq diss, oh shit
yo son what da fuck is this?
'heard it's 5-dolla gallon gasoline alley
lookin' @ cholo tattoos out in simi valley
back in new york it's the sean bell rally
now we contact sharpton and his pro black fist
time to enlist an element that's classic
this crooked police shit is drastic yeah
"yo where's the money you owe me?"
yo son what da fuck is this?

I am an oxymoron
-xxx

they showed us phYsically, we could reach infinitY, but mentally, through the century, we lost our identitY
-Rakim

does color make a great leader?
and the rubies is fitted caps on king solomon's ring
no corn eaters translate images of greeks sings
signs of what is strong whose reputation shall out last
what is wrong corners are short sentences going no where
add wings and stand erect long lives
truth lies in control of both demon and angels grimoires
sphinx eyes saw rituals i stood in the in circle of stone hedge
and was made to walk off the edge a tree universe symbol for cross
constantine and i replaced odin for knowledge is magic
and blood is worth tragic conspiracies to lose one to save millions
but guess what i was never killed only place in a coffin and the devil's lynch men attorney read the will keeping divorce souls in ill
card board box did sheba ready out fox
man with not a hand but a lip of flattery
i kiss misery and leave you with my missing body mystery

love is just an excuse to fuck you all over

no one on the corner got swagger like me
roll through the post wit my vowels on e
make it a trip when you come see me
bring you luggage, pack your bags you don't wanna fuck wit me
am i real am i fake nah it's just lil ole me
i don't need ten aliases to make my posts go g
i just had to spit a few rhymes lightly
i'm like your ichiban aniisan i shut this stage down poetically

it's never about me; not even how the enemy
took a few hooks how i ghost wrote a few books
no pay looks on capital punishment crooks
looted buck brooks babble towers how 911 cowards
spike gas punch dow jones hunch america over chrunch
churches to extend a helping peace of land
it's about translating psalm on palm trees hand
a grip pa nothing but grasped co co nut orin cross
it's about the creator of kings lords and boss
and how they endured long suffucating sulfer fuse
i love the way your perfume smells lite headed spells
put a chill on hail even when 30 below timbo's
who can date me when i was born out this us conpiracy
i know you miss me?

i only have three aka's on these current gaze of praise