When I first landed the damage was anguish, anxiousness, and taking it for but when I first I was so relieved I lost my focus so we recommended dosages now I hold the crib? that holds the soul holds the poet skills exlcusive it leaves of unfocused flows I don't suppose you're taking too time breaking too much trying to unravel the parable? that dismantled and left the in need of some assembly so I can find the secret key and free all the this spins on a thin axis all axis won't help you to grasp the atmos' I mean, did you think my agenda was to freestyle, smile, get to smoke weed, and the mic and spoon-feed? more to this than just paying the rent if you're riding on song you need to ride it to the end what could you say as the Earth further and further away? as small as balls of clay (x4) some get broke some keep their wigs some get as little man big pose some make moves and stay daydreamers but everybody seems to some loot, food and a beemer well mine hunter green with camo insides, 10 percent tints, Mr. Pibb and some french inch by inch I it closer to the shoulder but day by day it's harder to stay sober once on the edge, head's inebriated needs motive, it's easier to be sedated what me mighty and another tiny? why does my give a damn about whether or not you like me? if crime's right I might be wrong I grip this mic tight because it's all I have a grip on so let the losers and let the players play the difference is the day to the dust clay, what - 4X] who's is that? it ain't mine, and I'm grateful already got a full of clay on my table I'm of handling fate, I know this so do the people that get pissed when microphonist spits too many get caught up in the that emcees thought up but it's clear to me the ones that fear me are the that outta I spot a on your planet's existence I subtle terror submerged in clever sentences instantly pissin? away the the only residue that came of the hypothecially they sprayed when swayed I'd have em half of 'em can't where the 'Mats? I may be on you can ask 'em at last, when we get to it there's than sand and fluid in how I revolve and can we the secrets? No. can we take No. so the ink hits it's more than just a sequenced flow I can't bring you with me so I'm a me here centuries from now they're study Atmosphere carefully I steer, I'm aware life is when I go, I wanna go Ho, taken by the play-dough - 4X]