Verse One: 
I stagger in the gathering possessed by a patter-in 
That be scatterin 
Over the global my vocals be travellin 
Unravellin my abdomen it's slime that's babblin 
Grammatics that are masculine 
I grab them in, verbally badgerin broads 
I wish that Madelline, was back on Video LP 
I went against all odds and got it even steven 
Proceed to read and not believin everything I'm readin 
But my brain was bleedin, needin feedin, and exercise 
I didn't seek the best of buys, it's a lie to textualize 
I analyze where I rest my eyes 
And chastise the best of guys with punchlines 
I'm Nestle when it's [bad word] time 
For your mind like one time 
If poetry was [bad word] I'd be sunshine 
cause I deliver like the Sun-Times 
Confined in once-mines on dumb rhymes [bad word] 
I'm hype like I'm unsigned, my diet I unswine 
Eatin beef sometimes I try to cut back on that [bad word] 
This rap [bad word] is [bad word] outta control 
My style is too developed to be arrested 
It's the freestyle, so now it's out on parole 
They tried to hold my soul in a holding cell so I would sell 
I bonded with a break and had enough to make bail 
misdemeanor fell on his knee for the jury 
I asked No for his ID and the judge thought there was two of me 
Motion for a recess to retest my fingerprints 
They relinquished since, cause I was guilty in a sense 
Verse Two: 
I ride the rhythm like a Schwinn bike when in dim light 
I use insight to enlight devices hit the skin tight 
Words of wisdom wail from my windpipe 
Imaginations in flight 
I send light, like Ben's kite I've been bright 
Get open like on gym nights 
And in fights I send rights 
Don't hook with skins my friends like 
I spend nights up in dykes 
In spite I've been indicted as a freak of all trades 
I got it made 
I bathe in basslines, rinse in riffs, dry in [bad word] [bad word] from a tribe of bums 
Hooked on negro and mums 
Had to halt with the, malt liquor 
Cause off the malt liquor fought niggaz 
Now my speech and thoughts quicker [bad word] Southside streets with no heat and no sticker 
U Ak got my back and we don't get no thicker 
U Ak got my back and we don't get no thicker 
U Ak got my back and we don't now check it 
I'm a hoe but not a hoe [bad word]  ain't scared of no [bad word] 
But it's my turn to go I gotta go 
And I'm gone with the storm