I stagger in the gathering possessed by a patter-in
That be scattering
Over the global my vocals be traveling unraveling my abdomen
It`s slime that`s babbling grammatics that are masculine
I grab the men, verbally badgering broads
I wish that Madeline was back on Video LP
I went against all odds and got a even steven
Proceed to read and not believing everything I`m reading
But my brain was bleeding, needing feeding 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 crunch-time
For your mind like one time
If poetry was pussy I`d be sunshine
Cause I deliver like the Sun-Times
Confined in once-mines on dumb rhymes I combine
I`m hype like I`m unsigned, my diet I un-swine
Eating beef sometimes -- I try to cut back on that shit
This rap shit is truly 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
A Mr. Meaner 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 Sense, cause I was guilty in a sense

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, imagination`s 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 bass lines, rinse in riffs, dry in drums
Come from a tribe of bums hooked on Negro and mums
Had to halt with the malt liquor
Cause off the malt liquor, I fought niggas, now my speech and thoughts quicker
Cruising Southside streets with no heat and no sticker
UAC got my back and we don`t get no thicker
UAC got my back and we don`t get no thicker
UAC got my back and we don`t, now check it
I`m a ho but not a ho nigga, ain`t scared of no nigga
But it`s my turn to go I gotta go
And I`m gone with the storm