I'm microscopic in the topic of philosophical nature, I label you my saviour if majoring in my favor, but later, you learn the reason I deal with acidic razors, lay lasers on stray haters, debaters, and commentators, outrageous, I get contagious, and never spacious, courageous, must strategize all the stages like making raises on wages, you never claim humans praises cause through your phases it changes, and though you're aging, their raging is bound to caging your brazen days.

The truth really hurts when your just brutally honest about the fake smiles and names I'll just keep to myself, in fact I'm crucially you know, uno!-about my business, I'm my witness, so endless about my efforts to be in this, I'm currently hurting just from my urgency, given I, knew it was easier just to live a lie, try, to be your separate support, but know your vessel tries to play games of dress up for sport...no subtle shots, I figured that my struggle stops as soon as I join em, I'm in my weakest state, forgive me!, maybe the ammo within my legacy can still outlive me, In the wake of it, I hope it pulls the trigger and stopped sleeping on my efforts just to reload and try again, it can be tragic when the hero is anti but tries to win, a tale with a contradiction, you read it but never sought to edit it, it's entertaining to you, just watch it unfold and let the context give life to how it pertains to you, and get acquainted with this comic con, we could go every night, tell me how it makes you feel, keep it real but dress your type, I like, when there is no evidence of some kryptonite, making us, somewhat apocalyptic and picking fights.

I can't go missing cause I listen to the gun that made me show up, it pops off, I pop up and shot from the start, accurate enough to be better than what I aimed for, this is what I came for...distorted in the matrix, I enjoy my animation, and though my hype is patient, vibrant vibes are my vibrations, can't try to hide hating, someone taught you wrong, maybe cause they love to hate the love you hate to hide, forgiving all the Saints that beaten my boys down, they try to teach em how to be saints and never get complacent, plus they keep it on tape to make em remember the days of old, the wild wild west learns the ways of the ***** south, better watch our mouth next time, if we can collaborate we make it last forever, though we show em all our skills that prove we're better than we were, might injure each other we should expect the friendly fire, inspires us all to not retire as an enemy, we shall be higher.

Check your thesaurus, enjoy the chorus by falsettos, go forward one letter and then you pedal towards the ghettos, blessed with the spiritual, lyrical range of concepts, quick with unkind reps, but my steps define self, though buckled with strange belts that felt as if they just came a loose, remember Juice, it seems a truce to things is never true, so I subdue but risk the chew from the world around me, baritones will sing the songs of what all surrounds me, I travel soundly to Illmatic cause the stories inspire me, entirely, brought into a view of society, that fires me, driven to rip holes in living soul, but I maintain hold cause the cold is bitter froze, fit for whatever's told cause the blows are pretty late, will I return face to the gates that keep me cased, if I dodge base, and the hate of deadly shrooms, that spells doom in the room that's getting groomed, facing an interlude that intrudes to not consume interest in flowers bloomed that resume to bless the noon, forever in the loom of the goons that get me wore, quick to cause sores from adoring the corner stores, It is bleak but you will eat when you just retreat, watch the streets cause it competes with it's fad critique.

Blended with intended mends of tenderness, I send for bliss, every stroke I paddle, I must travel for your lavish kiss, perfect is my fantasy but searching for the sanity, opposes with humanity that closes in the vanity, stand with me as I proceed, poetry unfolds my need, lonely, I'm a phony acting coldly but I boldly heed, for a WOMAN'S coming so I summon blushing when we're touching, clutching with affection, my impression mentions love's intentions.

The ex cons brutal lonely lifestyle, wasn't the right style to start a new life, plus he had kids that were grown up, but he never shown up to see them grow, what a bad sight, it seems the years are all wasted, now he has to face it, wishing that he only was different, but see the LORD knew he was trying, kept his soul from dying, although he must still walk the distance, don't have to part the red seas, or take down a giant, just be reliant to the ones who had loved you, go head and start a congregation, lead every nation, and be awakened to JEHOVAH above you, go be a husband to the wife at home, who had to fight alone to raise the kids through the struggle, cause we know what type of life this is, with all our might we give our own to get out this bubble, yeah it's a mission that must be completed, but your strengths' not depleted, once you give you receive it, I'd rather go this way than turn feeling cheated, always feeling defeated, must gain the faith that is needed.

My ears become amazed, my eyes no longer hazed as I gaze, into a surrounding city where the sounds got me lost in a maze, grab a saxophone and play, got all the time I have today, see the world gets stuck just on one thing, till that thing just ain't the **** one day, that Boney James got me rocking, Dancing Fantasy got me knocking, I'm stopping and clocking out my job so I can keep on jocking, the beats got me lost in a trance, time to grab a girl and dance all night, cause I feel like, I'm out of sight, so let's do this right, let's not fight, it's my delight to be a gentleman and enjoy the scene, thought California took the cake with pleasure, but I never seen, harmony to the full extent, relaxation to the heaven sent, backgrounds that make me lose my breath, what a perfect setting, now the times are set, bungee jump, never tried that yet, even though my fear of heights and death, got me thinking taking second chances, scandalous times makes the days go wreck, this Jazz City slowing down the flow, creative mind just let things go, like **** smoking, super senseless joking, got you doing things you never done before, ask me to go?, I'm staying here!, ***** you see I'm happy here!, ain't nothing but those sounds of cheer, that's the reason why I kicked you out of here, can't resume my fear, bring this sound to youth, jazzy sounds will bring you out the truth, going back and forth through the years you see we still act up and we choose to shoot, turn that car and loop, back to this city, free your mind from high sadity, talk to your soul while your words are witty, thank you God for jazz city.

Introduction is sudden to such seduction, I cry, but the silence from my mouth without the doubts is no lie, so further fly to the sky for definitive living although repetitive, attentive to the change is forgiving, forcing revisions to rekindle, hindering dividends, aftermath, I get caught up involving products I'm ******* in, hoping the sinners listening, giving a second chance, beginners who understand me, demand me to plan my stance, refusing to their commands, commencing to gain a value, we formed the losses of man, the cost is bosses we salute, getting gruesome induces what we ****** as a function, so as you read this, believe it's a growing fetus I'm *******.

Dehydration from the vibrations of citations that dried occasions, hide my patience, die sedation, I want just gyration, why administrate not knowing fate we all debate?, keep your eyes peeled to conceal sense of shield, maybe a quotes appeal soaks it's deal from it's origins, study how we collect culture from beyond the foreign, in this present time, a sentence rhymes if it chimes, a quote will be sublime if it shows its time defined.

When a tear drops, eyes close, cries define souls, blind when I press recline cause my mind rewinds blows, loving the smell the of pine in a fine time of fashion, in Calabasas, I can lax the fastest, facts I must grasp with glasses, joy in the back of cabs, crab and lobster don't mean I prosper, cracks on the track, I seen imposters trying to scheme the sponsors, are they redeemed demeaning demons seen in a team of goners, check if their numbers crumbling if they're fumbling then shun their roster.

Auto-pilot, the speed dial session.. after this I learn to really count my blessings, gotta keep em up, tell me the time and I tell you to take it slow, tired of tempers tempting me with temptation, I'm tense!, clock out?!, a no-go, a no-show no more, non-stop!, this is just my standard of living, forgive me, given I don't want my ***** giving these..please!, my number 1 problem was thinking that I had 99 problems!, taking psychology 101, watched 1,000 ways to die, read 1001 books you must read fore you die and they say not to stress?!, it's 1 step forward and 2 steps back I guess, so because you chose to 1up me, I hate you 2, and we forgot about the 3rd wheel keeping the score, it's day 4 and we're neck and neck.. so finally we take 5, and when the clock struck 6, it's the 7th time..we were 8 hours in on a 9th year ritual, 1 of our 10..habitual ways of going back-and-forth, north-and-south..what the hell is it about?, does it even count?.. does it even make sense?.. and what will our account, amount to?

21st century, I can't salute, while ******* steady going down, I pray and give a tribute, got a problem with my ways ***** gon and shoot!, too many problems that we face I don't mind taking the boot, half our troops feel the same, we cry for ones who've fallen, disaster waiting for the one's who thinking they steady balling, **** the government!, rebel against takers who stalling, only got one place to go when I hear the Lord calling, 9/11 just repeat itself in these final years, rest in peace to the soldiers who fought and all of my peers, after seeing so much death, I can't no longer have fears, only visions of the heaven's as I hold in my tears.

Provide yourself a little break, and come to take on the patience of a man who could lose it all tonight, where every move was calculated, count em all as useless if he uses them to do what he was used to doing, eyes bloodshot red where you could see all his years within the sight of his mind, I find peace in what's disclosed, cause that's what he knows..I find nothing that scares me, challenges the vision but perception won't impair me, I find that he's in blindness, and this is me on steroids, it's stronger than drugs, you see the changes before and after entertaining strangers..feeling sorry for the kids cause I wanna be their voice, knowing it's a choice to let them play, and live and let live, I've got a hit-list for ones that didn't get this message- I give em mercy asking "how they want it?", and that was business, cause now I've got another hit, I'll be the hit man..the proof is in the pudding..never do the things you shouldn't, but either way I'm doing what he should've did, we could've been a force, but he would've been scared cause I got enemies of course.

Perpetuate the pedestal perception that's perpetual from personal precision per it's presence, my perceptual ability with my persistance spotted them through my peripheral, though it would be difficult to follow through, this hierarchy entirely in spite of me could level down, challenging the one to rather settle it, one and done, only would I revel in this evidence if I was relevant, comfortable embellishing benevolence, I'm selling it to be so elegant as an element of me, it would be a devil in disguise, trying to get up out the game but the game don't lie, eventually the cheat codes exposed my freak mode, once revealed, I was healed so sly...why?, CAUSE THE GAME DON'T LIE!

I despise my "sorry", violence at all my parties, I've come to witness my "sorry" scars me and made me tardy, remaining thick and hardy, tough skin is thin from within, and all the rules that I bend- can't hide the ink from the pen, foretelling all of this sin, it's kin to being shoddy, and so I reap what I sow, and though revising copies, can mean a different plotting, It still can never stop me, be better off getting bodied by those who wish they shot me, and so the rules it's taught me, is that this life is blotchy, dotted with spots of false knowledge, that closets me as parted, just wish I never started, what I can never finish, watching my words diminish, while disses get replenished.

Condense into a dense comment with common sense, when we hit the fence, we tense and **** suspense, praise will dispense a prince into a king, immense power will nourish and flourish you in the spring, ding the bell will ring and bring you cross the layers, haters turn to strayers and smiles will hit the players, prayers do their part outsmarting the sparse darts, strength will push the carts that start to strain the heart, narks will turn to sparks and follow the sorrow shame, then you pop your collar cash dollars in street fame.

I'm justified to **** the justice system from behind, and let the homies hit it cause it ain't no fun if the homies don't get none, lady liberty is bribed-to work for thugs mansion, in exhange for a makeover, we find the man guilty!, scapegoats caused packed jails, and bond is useless, use whiteout on blackmail!, this black male who was right out this white man's world.. hope his standards- can stand the test of time, I'm sitting on my morals and demand I have the time, to plot against the system so my brothers can avail, don't wanna cause hell, but in a subtle sense I wish to rob it blind, as the middle child I could slip between the cracks, and find the reason why my father failed to tell his son the battles' just begun for me- so come strapped!, I never meant to grip a gat, but once I heard the facts, I can't take it back!, they better take my life!, and be the reason that the world turns faster, I would've made it standstill, and let em see a real disaster.

My Intelligence is questioned, I guess the route I chosen out in life had others guessing, about the common sense that I possess in my possessions, with nothing left to lose I must confess to rest the stressing, so now I'm learning lessons stressing what I gotta do to make this right, the decisions I make- beyond this point affects my life, If I wanna be happy I must excel on to the light, this Early Life Crisis increases will to learn and fight!

From the outside in and inside out.. it was hard to know my whereabouts, live without em?, you only doubt em cause you know they judge your character, what's your favorite facet?.. getting your *** kicked?, harassed or blasted?, living on the streets, addicted to acid?, these masses ask if, being lucid makes you rather stupid or drastically passed out fast.. couldn't take the heat from the kitchen, but ******* to get served cause you got nerve, to show who you are, I'm far from it, so far, don't know where to start, plenty of time for it I guess cause I've wasted countless time to try to be on time in such a timely manner, I'm cursed with this jet lag, this brain fog slows me, people that know me may think I'm calm.. I just react at later times, your temporary shoulder for a cry of relief, so your belief is I'm masculine, I can't argue with that, I feel a little better acting when nobody sees me, so the chip on my shoulder is easy to carry maybe it's ******.. I feel I can come to terms and turn back, to the land of the unknown that's known as living life, cause at this stage I just feel I lack, the battle scars of strife, that makes me tough around the edges, being black, I feel I need to feel it fully, cause at this point I feel that everything can be a bully. INCLUDING MY PEOPLE!, BUT AIN'T WE EQUAL?, OR JUST ANOTHER SEQUAL OF INIQUITY.

You only can be the founder from countering cowards wrath, try tactics to rise the fastest, you die by classic collapse, proceeding, I see the g that means all the glee being gangster, from tasking to blast assassins, the p is passion in prankster, commingling, continue singing to sew the strings for wings, fake preaching disgraces teachings, they trace beseeching for things, rags to riches are flames that frame to blame your brain, bag them ******* that claim they came to save from shame.

Catch me at the house of blues killing all the shows, or catch me out in D.C. setting highs and ending lows, heck, anywhere you catch me, know my soul's gon be around, with a little touch of Marvin Gaye, ****, I like that sound, just blame it on my upbringings and call it how you see, my uptown funk is serious, how you think it's supposed to be, I fool you and I school you, killed the vibe of this sorry sucka, that's what you get when you deal with an Old School *******, from 60s to the 70s I rock to clock g's, getting furious and delirious, this top celebrity, got the old folks jamming, got the young folks jamming, so it's relevant my material is cramming, spamming, slamming, look at me, examine how this **** has to be done, don't have to go all on the radio screaming to have fun, just chill, relax in the sun, and let the old school speak to you, climbing up the charts, it's gon re dominate your visual.

My mannerisms made to understand grammar standards planned for man, consolation for a solid nation, hand in hand, the ****** fan ran, kicking cans, stumbled in quicksand, the streets sinks deep when a ***** stands, it's street poetry, flowing forward to foreign as stillborns, it killed norms so it's scoring chills, pills for your sleep cause you're knowing me as nightmares, but I never fight you cause I might care?!, the right fare we have paid for the better days rays past hell's stares, the better term is welfare, fell hairs short of it, good qualities, driven to a policy that's killing our equality, still it taught that once upon a time statement, hatred as we face it, is basic, degrading of the basement will erase it, though placement of the pavement of our love these self-destructive forces touch too, ******* with seduction of destruction of your well-rounded function judges you, AS THROUGH.

A few reflective numbers to kick off the summer, deflect inspecting cause the moment they question they want another session, though my impression is destined to make a song a blessing, I have to settle to pedal my heart to rest my vessels, just a gesture to journey free so mercy me!, though you hunger, must thirst to see, your first ain't me!, in our nature a chaser can only bring us vapors, and our replacer may teach us that later they're our favor.

Ending my lone wolf stage.. never pleased by the ease, of separation.. our nation in a dire state, desperation.. forgot about the blood, tears, perspiration.. it took to build this *******, and I'm a piece of it, so I feel what I am, and everybody's **** stinks, spraying febreeze and some was acting this the high life, I needed fresh air so I was active in the twilight, shedding light on this declining burning passion, it's story time, the glory-must be everlasting.. the feeling that we felt was special.. remember the youth, knew about it, the truth, grew about us, then privacy no more, we were now exposed, but different from being exploited, we would still avoid it, my life, my will, my drive, my strive reborn, the world looks new again, I cry myself to sleep, and sleep like a baby, just to keep you up at night, you say get a grip, but this only feels right, excited to be enlightened, I hope it never dies, never will I grow too fast cause I can fly, gifted with a birds eye view, I won't try you, my will is to soar, you'rs is to roar.

The time it took accepting myself, it took some time getting used to you too, I moved through, all the time feeling who's who?, if only you knew, how much I love living anew,  though I had a reset effect, I'm back in ***** mode seeing what's next, told me to settle down so I sang a subtle song saying "*******!, I pray you got the message", cause it can save your life, giving you the peace of mind to apply it and never try me *******, I won't pick a fight but I will wanna fight when you bark you can bite off the homework I did, I hold my purpose sacred so whoever wanna take it gotta live it, never give it, all its business you must pivot on, a chronicle of chronic dedication, I compensate the record with the purpose that I'm making one better with creation, make another great again, but being loyal to my trend, that still ascends.

My son and daughter, your father's heart is slaughtered, I feel I'm bothered, by many stints that's tense, they wanted, to keep me on it, and their impression gets me tested and I get expressive, rapidly depressive once excessive use of force stresses, that I'm exempted, and only tempted, to perceive my ways as if they pay to be a tenant, that's not relented, a second chance to try repenting, of all my pending, misdeeds, they lead as if they cleave, to be a bother, so plot me smaller, in a light where change remains my caller, I need that HOLY WATER.

Focus while in your hopelessness, homeless but never boneless, I am the rolling stone in this, prone in my own slowness, closeness to the bonus, hone it not by vicinity, simply said affinity to it, tells your virginity through it, solid fluid, brewed it and grew coldness, heat of the moment boldness, brought little to no notice, somehow, I didn't know this, still the dosage has motive, emotive, it made me bloated, proving that it was recent just looking right at its postage, coast is noted loaded, coated, how I wrote it, afloat by the mopes that voted for it, unloaded, time had showed it coded so some can't erode it, you can claim you never rode it, weaving through, you sowed and told it, imploded soul can go, WOAH, I didn't know I'd show it, poet in my own mind, so I spin my own vibe, just know I took no bribes, this describes just my ride, inscribed to what it made my bride, *******, I just had lied, can't even say I tried, set aside, what's experienced, died to what attacked me deep inside, though a JUST EXPERIMENT.

Invent yourself, Innovate your life.

Didn't I let you know?
Life's a mystery though I'm closest to solve it, inspecting just like detectives, we shot the Tec and revolved it, just like you called it, I saw it, we're messengers to a T, with pressure from our oppressors, we fester, stressing relief, brief, we told the chief, mischief, just brings us grief, it may just be how you see it, so be it, but how you sleep, I finish, earn place in Guinness for facing citizens, fitting in every masculine, feminine hymn by living the way we thought different in, just spitting the fake in me, mistaking the faith in me, so all crowds can come shake with me,  THEY HATE ON ME, and then they take from me, literal breaks is critical, pivotal in this digital little case known as LIBERAL, I know you heard this if my words can come with urge and kiss the purge that burned this Earth and missed the bliss of worth, CONSERVATIVE, and so I hurt to live, exploring the adoring gift of love, it's a gist of twists when subs can just rub in the question through my mind to a blind man, kind man, why plan, die bland, dry land, Didn't I let you know, bro?, ***?, why the force can't let me go low to grow, wish I took your place to blow and glow, but a mission has a risk, OH NO, DIDN'T I LET YOU KNOW.

I'm a beast, in this release, I got peace, bringing new beats to the streets.. so when the people peep the pieces, peep the pieces people!, a piece of me gives you peace of mind, never going hungry, keep me on repeat, piecing me together, just complete the puzzle, people will compete, will you keep your hussle?, cause the struggle will continue when the people lose their mind being selfish, people prove they're helpless to each other, I keep it color concious cause these color commentators keep the commentary colorful and graphic.. but our people keep it black and white, why we need it grey?, guess they're tired of the truth, so the lies kept us straight on tract for contact through combat, comrades turning through the crack contact..and my contacts never believe, so I keep em out of contact, put it in the context, keep it as a contract- cause we never will contract if we counteract, can I get a hand-clap please?!!, wonder why those high-fives brought me to my knees, now I hit em with a two-piece, just to keep it g- but they keep a tab on me- tell my fans piece.. got love past streets to the og's, and the homies seeking release- in this release, I got peace.

The horror core was made to store the poor; in memoirs I mourn from sorting scorns of foreign thorns, in my dorm it's never warm cause the norm is storms, of searing locust that will **** your focus notice swarms, provoking ****, so I'm torn- growing horns that force, a different course, no remorse through this game of horse, all my progress won't be forced though I will extort, to build my fort, and abort hoarse sounds from dorks, of different sorts.

Business as usual, a resolution hard to commit to, maybe cause I'm trying to forget you, it ain't you it's me, it ain't me that sees things without you, ain't it a clue to you?, friends overrated, but being underappreciated by one that wants to make it on his own, grown men gotta learn to own pain, they created or it's fated that we live with shame, and be the same, am I to blame?, every step that I take is like footsteps on flames, I avoid speaking names and recently got my number changed to fit the code of conduct I must live by, so why bother?, why not leave me alone and make history fulfilling what I want for once?!, it's your greatest chance to make it, brothers put the cart before the horse and never get a chance to make it right.. cause now you're borderline on a boundary I will never compromise with the ones that try to cross it.. my unapologetic means to be straightforward, only left a brother at the crossroads, and exposed, for letting it get this far...I guess it's a bar, I could never set.. or maybe I'm just eager to stop, giving up too fast, I should make it last, in regards to your *** strictly judging from the past, my hindsight caught me from the blindside, but I don't give two *****, I've been reality's *****, and it led me, to following instincts from my mind.

Reception of my conception was testing the schemes with the questions, I never became it's possession if it led to stressing, of course oppression is a lesson learned if it's earned, if you flexed the term, Quest, was the next concern, adjourned to it's burns, kept risks that could've slept, every single step, heavy breaths, tingled reps, though a mingled text, brought you amateur perception, brighter words could've served you a pure reception.

If we don't have an answer today, we'll never have an answer tomorrow, just more tore up blocks, crooked cops, revenge and pain and sorrow, it makes no sense to borrow knowledge cause it's given back, I see Einsteins and prodigies but sense is what we lack, pull my gun out the sack and notice just what I am doing, I may have took this guys earthly life, but I'm the one that's ruined, prosecution pursuing, little ignorant ******* *****, we should be just way more thankful for the law, and scary snitch, but it's like we done glitched and drifted ourselves too far apart, the movements and racial rallies plagued us from the start, try to leave and depart, wait!, there's no where else to go, no one's speaking or righteous seeking, now we take a blow, so this goes to show, it's hell down on this Earth, evil babies are coming live warped right after birth, this life ain't worth asking questions just bout our future, it's a dark road ahead of us, crippled with pain it's super- deranged!

Am I insane, to claim these blue stains has two frames?, the fact I'm asking brought true pain to loose names, you complain, reduced brain, to truce blame, but the first to boost game, induce fame, but I'm a thinker that proved strains had drew claims, that profane recruits slain to suit shame, survivor's guilt, my crew came with two frames, and the picture had clued sane has blue stains.

If one cannot adapt to what has happened with gaps depleting, it's just to call it even, you got reason committing treason, my naked eye determines seeing serpents interprets learning, of individuals that are despicable, giggle burning, if you had shown your presence as impression to test the furious, in the ones who serious with getting delirious, to your curiosity of an atrocity walking, and the actions from your talking, prophet's prophecy stalking.

Impoverished, not polished, call me dishonest, will just must not astonish so it cannot accomplish, broken my promise, rises of monikers, sonics of chronics splurge, affecting my every word, defining demonic slurs, evil surreal surge, exile my trials first, piles of files disperse.

Taking dares forsakes my cares, I caught a share, the corporations are more than making, you learn the taking and the scare, puts it there so vividly, and so greedily, start to studder so instantly, nervous, uttering timidly, I started visiting, sympathy, but the empathy is hidden in misery, pity me, with a simile, winning the embassy was the task of an ambassador, and grasping procrastination would flash this crap in fast formations, with the cast of patience, notice that the cash escaping, so competitions racing, causing nausea sensations, but a share in this will pair me in the rude awakening, depressions' quickly causes fate in an unwanted placement .