Listen to my joint, hear the reefer and smoke
or the popping of my bones, when I'm keeping it point
my flow glows, with white like kryptonite on the moon
but the night is glowing too, sword writings of doom
I'm a Bengal, mythological and dressing in red
couldn't ketchem, you are ashy, California is bled
I speak to rivers, but the mouth is only telling me drown
and everything with weight, tryina sell me a pound
It's mass, if I had to really carry this shit
fuck I'm sharing all it's pain, I should be marrying it
drink my sorrows, it's hypnotic, telling blue get away
so it gets in front of me, addicted, I want to play
grab controller, press a button, life is nothing, done it
take the easy way out, staple ya mouth and then shut it
every block I take away a piece is there in it's place
like chess is mixed with tetris, 9o clock, now I'm late
with words and rhymes I co-create a flow like companies
lyrically, every word I write.. it's just a bunch of Me
and I understand, why you think I'm underground?
cause I'd rather make my music, not sit and wonder 'how'
Try to swim against the mainstream, I'd probably drown
just a bunch of bubble bitches, spit mechanical sounds
only beat you pop, when ya meat is dropped and then pound
like a butcher, in this game, you're the heathens of town
your weakening now, never dumb it down like a bitch
you aint a movie, you never run around with a clip
Your out ya senses worse then Helen Keller, so tell her
in the afterlife you apologize, then weld her
shove katana in ya mouth, saw it down to ya toes
vertically, horizontally, coordinate the flow
now ya body's aired out, all the blood turning blue
like I cut you in space, feel the pain burning too
towards mainstream, poppy bitchin opposition
talk about rocks that glisten? why don't you stop and listen
knock some sense in, these stupid faggots I am tired of it
like race cars losing rubber, why you wiring it?