I know I'm an emotionally disturbed People I'm talkin' to myself When I'm on the rhyme A mass productionist, a production matador
Pan it more to the left, you go Minimize the wiser when I wind 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 tried to him but I busted him twice In my trash can and I'm I don't need to see the dichotomy in me
Knew something was fishy but I'm than Wishy washy or topsy turvy, it kinda Me that I caught him 'cause I try To be wide awake but ye slows it
So I can't dilate and show I'm bigger Than that but I also to consider The fact that to him not being The peeper, I'm a light sleeper
So does it mean when I reach maturity And see that I'm not the mayor of my Mayonnaise, the master of my At least I have a and a few things
On my mind, never a good nighty night a rise and shine, why's the rhyme so important Why do I have to be so And the mic a flow without chokin'?
I don't, I'm arrogant and Mouth no token, I'm just a 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 where I got it from And how I got 'em sprung I'm Stuck on myself and I depend on my
And wealth for matters so I don't Explode with stress, I'll you an elf Platter, they'll tell me my is fatter Than the first but I'm a light sleepin', rapper in a
I don't wear 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' to rest a detour For deep sleep when I beats, I snap a defective contraceptive and my sleep Will be light, so know that I'm tight