I give em bars for days In a week I spit you prisons
hip hop cinema 3d shades sit back and vision
glue your ear to the speaker listen
ORD give em funky compositions
my studios a mess notebook paper scattered
a mad genious freestyling like this dont work dont matter
turn the mic on and I blabber
im releasing stress on mind my therapy got me feeling so divine
empty beer bottles roaches in ashtray
minds motor revved up speeds at a fastrate
unload on the mic never back up always stand straight
if you dont understand this get someone translate
the rise to success what it means to be the best
a life with no goals is meaningless whole world pms
me myself I feel blessed eject the stress
believe I can get thru anything like a drill press
blowing clouds of smoke my future form
drinking can after can turn my face twisted and deformed
im not lying man making it out the strom
this is my destiny since the day I was born
