I I'm an emotionally disturbed person People think I'm talkin' to When I'm on the rhyme A mass productionist, a mass production
Pan it to the left, there you go Minimize the synthesizer wiser when I up for the pitch But I don't a bitch 'cause sales get derailed And towed an of cash
Damn, I let it go, he was my man I to trust him but I busted him twice In my trash can and I'm askin' I need Psychology to see the in me
Knew something was fishy but I'm better Wishy washy or topsy turvy, it irked Me that I him sleepin' 'cause I try To be wide awake but ye slows it
So I can't dilate and show that I'm Than that but I also have to The fact that to him not being The peeper, I'm a light sleeper
So does it mean when I reach maturity And still see that I'm not the of my Mayonnaise, the of my milieu At least I a swing and a few things
On my mind, it's a good nighty night Just a rise and shine, the rhyme so important Why do I to be so potent And blow the mic a flow chokin'?
I don't, I'm arrogant and no token, I'm just a roust about I have a house and clout but I come tight But routine since few fiend for true
Hip hop, it's a trip when I drop my And forget it and forget I got it from And how I got 'em sprung I'm on myself and I depend on my luck
And wealth for health so I don't Explode with stress, I'll you an elf Platter, they'll tell me my shit is Than the but I'm a light sleepin', rapper in a hearst
I don't wear in my songs, I diss The in verses an I used to measure My demeters with panometers, but I bounced like a pogo and I'm solo with the
A nocturnal colonel in a I put fly kids' to rest a detour For sleep when I freak beats, I snap Like a contraceptive and my sleep be light, so you'll know that I'm tight