When I first landed the damage was anguish, anxiousness, and taking it for but when I landed I was so relieved I lost my focus so we recommended dosages now I hold the crib? holds the soul that holds the poet skills exlcusive it leaves of unfocused flows I don't you're taking too much time breaking too much mind trying to the parable? that dismantled and left the lines in need of some so I can find the secret key and free all the this spins on a thin axis all axis won't help you to grasp the atmos' I mean, what did you my agenda was to freestyle, smile, get to smoke weed, and the mic and spoon-feed? there's more to this than paying the rent if you're riding on this song you need to it to the end what could you say as the Earth gets and further away? planets as small as balls of (x4) shells get broke some keep their wigs get exposed as little man big pose some make and some stay daydreamers but everybody seems to want some loot, food and a well make mine hunter green with insides, 10 percent tints, Mr. and some french fries inch by inch I take it closer to the but day by day it's harder to stay sober once on the edge, head's inebriated movement needs motive, it's easier to be what me mighty and another tiny? why does my psyche give a damn about or not you like me? if this crime's right I might be I grip this mic because it's all I really have a grip on so let the losers and let the players play the difference is the day to the dust some clay, - 4X] who's world is it ain't mine, and I'm grateful already got a plate full of clay on my I'm capable of handling fate, I know so do the people that get pissed this microphonist spits too many get caught up in the lines that emcees up but it's clear to me the ones that me are the one's that outta I spot a blemish on your existence I deliver terror submerged in clever sentences instantly pissin? the misfits the only residue came of the hypothecially spew they sprayed when they I'd have em half of 'em fathom the 'Mats? from I may be on you can ask 'em at last, we get down to it there's more than and fluid in how I revolve and can we the secrets? No. can we take No. so when the ink hits more than just a sequenced flow I can't bring you me so I'm a leave me here centuries from now gonna study Atmosphere carefully I steer, I'm aware life is when I go, I wanna go like Ho, by the play-dough - 4X]