I I'm an emotionally disturbed person People I'm talkin' to myself When I'm on the rhyme A mass productionist, a production matador
Pan it to the left, there you go Minimize the synthesizer wiser when I wind up for the But I don't pitch a bitch 'cause get derailed And an abundance 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 I don't need Psychology to see the in me
Knew was fishy but I'm better than Wishy washy or turvy, it kinda irked Me that I him sleepin' 'cause I try To be awake but ye slows it down
So I can't dilate and show I'm bigger Than that but I have to consider The fact that opposed to him not The peeper, I'm a light sleeper
So what it mean when I reach maturity And see that I'm not the mayor 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 a rise and shine, why's the rhyme so important Why do I to be so potent And blow the mic a flow chokin'?
I don't, I'm and outspoken Mouth no token, I'm a roust about I have a house and clout but I don't tight But it's routine since few 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 Stuck on and I depend on my luck
And wealth for matters so I don't Explode with stress, I'll you an elf Platter, tell me my shit is fatter Than the first but I'm a sleepin', rapper in a hearst
I don't wear sarongs in my songs, I The skirts in an I used to measure My demeters clever panometers, but I bounced like a pogo and I'm solo with the
A colonel in a journal I put fly kids' to rest a detour For deep sleep when I beats, I snap Like a defective and my sleep Will be light, so you'll know I'm tight