I know Im an emotionally disturbed
Person
People think Im talkin to myself
When im
Rehearsin on the rhyme. a mass
Productionist,
A mass production matador, pan it
More to
The left, there you go. minimize the
Synthe-sizer wiser when I wind up for
The pitch, but I dont pitch a bitch
cause
Sales get derailed and towed an
Abundance
Of cash. damn, I let it go. he was my man.
I tried to trust him, but I busted him
Twice
In my trash can and Im askin. I dont
Need
Psychology to see, the dichotomy in
Me.
Knew something was fishy, but im
Better than
Wishy washy or topsy turvy. it kinda
Irked
Me that I caught him sleepin
cause I try
To be wide awake, but ye slows it
Down
So I cant dilate and show that im
Bigger
Than that. but I also have to consider
The fact that opposed to him not
Being
The right peeper, Im a light sleeper

So what does it mean when I reach
Maturity
And still see that Im not the mayor of
My
Mayonnaise, the master of my milieu.
At least I have a swing and a few
Things
On my mind, its never a good nighty
Night
Just a rise n shine. whys the rhyme
So important. why do I have to be so
Potent and blow the mic a flow
Without
Chokin - I dont. Im arrogant and
Outspoken
Mouth no token Im just a roust about.
I have a house and clout but I dont
Come tight
But its routine since few fiend for true
Hip-hop. its a trip when I drop my style
And forget it and forget where I got it
From and how I got em sprung
cause im
Stuck on myself and I depend on my
Luck
And wealth for health matters so i
Dont
Explode with stress Ill serve you an
Elf
Platter theyll tell me my shit is fatter
Than the first but Im a light sleepin
Rapper in a hearst

I dont wear sarongs in my songs.
I diss
The skirts in verses an I used to
Measure
My demeters with clever panometers
But
I bounced like a pogo and Im solo
With
The hobos. a nocturnal colonel in a
Journal
I put fly kids eyelids to rest a detour
For deep sleep when I freak beats I snap
Like a defective contraceptive and my
Sleep
Will be light, so youll know that im
Tight