I touch on topics. Like I'm non sighted. Re-writing the holy grail in brail on a ambidextrous scale. Wanna kno how complex it is well...I can speak in colors although my complexion is pale. And my spectrum is spectacular. I can spectate a situation put on my spectacles digest it and spit it back a cha. So that you can understand what just happened from the perspective of an objectivist. realistic impressionists. artistic and refreshing my connection is broadband so I walk the water not the LAN an Aspire to be wireless. Like a puppet cutting ties with a puppeteer on the up and up and ducking fear or too put it more planely how cold I insanely walk away from six figgas? Cuz spiritually Im already rich and you gotta stretch ya mind before ya wallet gets a bit bigger.


I done. Assimilated. To the point that I no longer feel stimulated. The game has been inundated and punctuated with poly linguist that lack data. Track fader call a spade a spade a now i laid a lyrical stencil for you to pencil in track so sweet in need of insulin I am the god awful greediest of gentleman still venturin to say. Rarely do I dare to say touché listening to sickening plot not thickening mind littering Maybe I'm a nitpicking king with a chip f da shit I mean a boulder hit my shoulder maybe I just caught a whiff of some folgers and it brought me out my coma tose hold me close ima overdose on everyone u know the most.

Time...all I really need is some more of it. Maybe me maybe I can explore a bit more then offer more of it back to core of who supported it to get me focused on the im-portance of it to the listeners who love it and position it above and beyond everything irrelevant stories that Im tellin navigate you like mageallan where they take you its no tellin ain't no time for cellar dwellin bitch my fan base is rebellin not being sad or sullen. Every pen stroke im revealin and that realness theyre inhalin. U want me on the radio then play me everywhere you go so I be accepted by the ones that fail to fetch it. fetch it fetch it FETCH a verbal frisbee bring it back to master of cemeromies who is me. I will be the face that parents are happy that kids see. When they google realness it my memorabilias.