Individual stars float in the ocean of God
Rocking a pinky ring of Saturn while I'm visiting Mars
Egos bigger than Jupiter are breaking the bars
Holding me back down to Earth to physical laws
Touching the moon, grace as I ready [bad word] flying through space bringing possible doom
Blocking the sun, bring a holocaust to the world
I'm talking back to Father Time, Mother Earth is my girl
I got the wings of angels walking down the valley of death
Watching my step, 'cause The Devil's never one to [bad word] correct on the studio track, taking it back
To the pen and pad, I blast the original rap
Brother on the B-Boy tip, we Krylon spit
I tag the charts with the graphical hits
So who you [bad word] with, arm leg led to arm head
Snapping your neck back while you spit out a Pez
I be the original son of a [bad word]  hurting your wrist
'Cause you spinning my [bad word] so much the needle skipped
Flip to the rhythm and reminisce, remember the days of
'94 (Nine Four) hip-hop was a gift
Words out of her lips came straight from the heart
Never prepackaged or bought, over negative thought
Peddle to consumers, magazines, [bad [bad word] spots turn real artists to looters
Precise rap, rock and roll, [bad word] lets do this
I'll float through those break beats with my maneuvers

Yo regardless
While I be moving swiftly through darkness
Plotting, charting my path, [bad word]  cutting my losses
Stumbling over unknown bumps [bad word] And tribulations of my life of revelations(x2)

Speaking to scorpions making my heart turn to porcelain
That used to have a steady beat now its easily broken
My coast and train of thought stopped emotions
Welling at the core of my being [bad word] Need to release, 'cause the stress tearing me to pieces
My love ceases and my thoughts break into leases
The height of my life, but the strife making me leave this
I can't beat this, going to God to defeat this
Will he help, or do I have to do this myself?
Alone and confused, the blues burden my heath
My eyes remain closed 'cause my highs are lows
I'm feeling the blows of rain cause my pain is cold
Now who am I, a man or a pawn in life?
Living day to day, I pray am I wrong or right
Losing my mind so maybe you can help me find
The way to go so I can be leaving this pain behind
Trying to sleep, "Sleep is the cousin of death,"
Said a wise man from Queensbridge, on beats he blessed
Trying to rest, instead I rest my head
On a pillow of hardships, misery is the bed
On my back, I lie, I can see the skies
Through the glass ceiling, the reason tears drowning my eyes
And I can't move, grief won't let me think
My soul is dry; I crawl just to take a drink
I made you blink, think like a visible man
With mechanical hands trying to reach out to my fans

Yo regardless
While I be moving swiftly through darkness
Plotting, charting my path, [bad word]  cutting my losses
Stumbling over unknown bumps [bad word] And tribulations of my life of revelations(x2)

Yo viscosity of the hidden meaning between the words
Thicken the plot, I caught hidden rhythms and verse
I'm loading the hearse, you biting like a Dracula curse
I'm bringing the worst of hurt like a sermon in church
Pertaining to you, hurts just to listen to [bad word] So you'd rather listen to lies, so you're living to lose
I'm beginning to win, young man, master descend
Battle within, looking at The Devil and grin
I'm flipping the script, walking on the journey and trip
On the gurney they missed, and the fact that life is a [bad word] And I'm hating this [bad word]  losing blood, making me crip
With stakes aside, bet, and I lost the grip
Searching for bliss, with the razor over my wrist
Needing a job but the [bad word] test's checking my [bad word] I'm looking through a window, we're singing immaculat