I know I’m an emotionally disturbed Person People think I’m talkin’ to myself When i’m 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 don’t 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 I’m askin’. I don’t Need Psychology to see, the dichotomy in Me. Knew something was fishy, but i’m 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 can’t dilate and show that i’m Bigger Than that. but I also have to consider The fact that opposed to him not Being The right peeper, I’m a light sleeper
So what does it mean when I reach Maturity And still see that I’m not the mayor of My Mayonnaise, the master of my milieu. At least I have a swing and a few Things On my mind, it’s never a good nighty Night Just a rise ’n’ shine. why’s the rhyme So important. why do I have to be so Potent and blow the mic a flow Without Chokin’ - I don’t. I’m arrogant and Outspoken Mouth no token I’m just a roust about. I have a house and clout but I don’t Come tight But it’s routine since few fiend for true Hip-hop. it’s a trip when I drop my style And forget it and forget where I got it From and how I got ’em sprung ’cause i’m Stuck on myself and I depend on my Luck And wealth for health matters so i Don’t Explode with stress I’ll serve you an Elf Platter they’ll tell me my shit is fatter Than the first but I’m a light sleepin’ Rapper in a hearst
I don’t 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 I’m 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 you’ll know that i’m Tight
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Copy to Clipboard: I know I’m an emotionally disturbed Person People think I’m talkin’ to myself When i’m 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 don’t 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 I’m askin’. I don’t Need Psychology to see, the dichotomy in Me. Knew something was fishy, but i’m 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 can’t dilate and show that i’m Bigger Than that. but I also have to consider The fact that opposed to him not Being The right peeper, I’m a light sleeper
So what does it mean when I reach Maturity And still see that I’m not the mayor of My Mayonnaise, the master of my milieu. At least I have a swing and a few Things On my mind, it’s never a good nighty Night Just a rise ’n’ shine. why’s the rhyme So important. why do I have to be so Potent and blow the mic a flow Without Chokin’ - I don’t. I’m arrogant and Outspoken Mouth no token I’m just a roust about. I have a house and clout but I don’t Come tight But it’s routine since few fiend for true Hip-hop. it’s a trip when I drop my style And forget it and forget where I got it From and how I got ’em sprung ’cause i’m Stuck on myself and I depend on my Luck And wealth for health matters so i Don’t Explode with stress I’ll serve you an Elf Platter they’ll tell me my shit is fatter Than the first but I’m a light sleepin’ Rapper in a hearst
I don’t 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 I’m 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 you’ll know that i’m Tight
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