When I landed the damage was outlandish anguish, anxiousness, and taking it for but when I first landed I was so I lost my focus so we recommended dosages now I hold the crib? holds the soul that holds the poet skills it leaves illusions of unfocused flows I don't you're taking too much time breaking too much trying to unravel the parable? that dismantled and the lines in need of some assembly so I can the secret key and free all the emcees this planet spins on a thin all passes won't help you to grasp the atmos' I mean, did you think my agenda was to freestyle, smile, get to smoke weed, and grab the mic and more to this than just paying the rent if you're on this song you need to ride it to the end what could you say as the Earth gets further and away? as small as balls of clay (x4) some get broke keep their wigs closed some get exposed as man big pose some make and some stay daydreamers but everybody seems to want some loot, and a beemer well make mine hunter green with insides, 10 percent tints, Mr. Pibb and french fries inch by inch I it closer to the shoulder but day by day it's getting harder to sober once again on the edge, head's movement needs motive, it's easier to be makes me mighty and another tiny? why does my psyche give a damn about whether or not you me? if crime's right I might be wrong I grip this mic tight because it's all I have a grip on so let the losers lose and let the players the difference is the day to the dust clay, what - 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 this so do the people that get when this microphonist spits too many get caught up in the lines emcees thought up but it's clear to me the ones that fear me are the one's that I a blemish on your planet's existence I deliver subtle terror in clever sentences pissin? away the misfits the only residue that of the hypothecially spew they sprayed when swayed I'd have em half of 'em can't where the from I may be on you can ask 'em at last, we get down to it there's more sand and fluid in how I revolve and can we the secrets? No. can we take No. so when the ink hits it's more than just a flow I can't you with me so I'm a leave me here from now they're gonna study Atmosphere carefully I steer, I'm aware is fatal when I go, I wanna go Ho, taken by the play-dough - 4X]