Different approaches with the pen,
Watch me flip it into battle mode
Always staying stoned, like a gravel road
Try to speed over me and I will pop up and shatter your perception
I write it to perfection
Constantly evolving and killing it like natural selection
I put fans in the stands I need a cheerleader section
Lyrical hoarder it’s such a disorder, But I’ve got quite the collection
They say it’s murder she wrote
I’ll smoke and with a few pen strokes, write the ressurection
And they say perception,
Is nine tenths of reality
I guess it’s that remaining 10% that’s gunna challenge me…
Out of this world, girl? Nahh I’m more like out of this Galaxy
Sidelining anyone who thinks that they are playing this
They don’t understand, How could he be saying this?
I bring it from another world with the title of creativeness
I take Mary Jane to the brain
Yea I get sedated quick
Give it all away, the pad is just taking this
Originality for days, hey, there is no faking this
Witty hippie with a spliffy you could never get me
If you can’t understand me than just try to undersit me
Dang, he’s insane, too much game, get on your announcer ****
Memory bank full of lines, Not one single counterfeit
And with money as the topic, I tell a ***** it’s still trickin if you got it,
She throws an at-the-counter-fit
I’m like seal off the bathroom, I don’t wanna be around her ****
Fun fact, I’ve got comebacks, So please don’t try to counter this…
Just let this weed burn, I took the wrong turn
In my mind I’m lost
To be this great, I paid the cost
Punchlines well-said, Me, I’m well-read
American version of Faust
Too cold and there is no defrost
Punchlines deep, Get Moss’d
Handle the pen well, Get Hot Sauce’d
Get crossed
And-1, I’m all that and some
I don’t murder the alphabet, I hold it for ransom
Because I’m all about my paper like the office in Scranton
Roullete wheel in my mind forreal, I just do it at random
So high ***, I should be in O-hi-o, Put me in Canton
Because I’ve got too much game
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