I I'm an emotionally disturbed person People think I'm talkin' to When I'm on the rhyme A mass productionist, a mass matador
Pan it to the left, there you go Minimize the wiser when I wind up for the pitch But I don't pitch a 'cause sales get derailed And towed an of cash
Damn, I let it go, he was my man I tried to trust him but I busted him In my can and I'm askin' I don't need to see the dichotomy in me
Knew something was fishy but I'm better washy or topsy turvy, it kinda irked Me that I him sleepin' 'cause I try To be wide awake but ye it down
So I can't dilate and show I'm bigger Than but I also have to consider The fact opposed to him not being The peeper, I'm a light sleeper
So what does it mean I reach maturity And still see that I'm not the of my Mayonnaise, the of my milieu At least I have a swing and a few
On my mind, it's never a nighty night a rise and shine, why's the rhyme so important Why do I to be so potent And blow the mic a flow without
I don't, I'm arrogant and Mouth no token, I'm a roust about I have a house and but I don't come tight But routine since few fiend for true
Hip hop, it's a trip when I my style And forget it and forget I got it from And how I got 'em sprung I'm Stuck on myself and I on my luck
And wealth for health so I don't Explode with stress, I'll you an elf Platter, tell me my shit is fatter Than the but I'm a light sleepin', rapper in a hearst
I wear sarongs in my songs, I diss The skirts in an I used to measure My demeters with panometers, but I bounced like a pogo and I'm solo the hobos
A nocturnal in a journal I put fly kids' eyelids to a detour For deep sleep when I freak beats, I Like a defective and my sleep be light, so you'll know that I'm tight