I stopped just to say Nice Work everybody, True skills are being displayed

up from the grounds and the rounds to a subliminal
shots posted notice jots digital
dumbing down ain't even close to the miracle
fore which i arose to compound what is known
slipping through - - i am a UFO arriving at my zone
destination undecided , the rivals are my clones
planes align my rhyming and enemies are digging holes
redefining the filler to the killer and his odes
moment of silence , listen to the instrumental and its quotes
hotel to the shining , light hitting the shovels are blinding
the flow has avalanched - none of ya niggas can find me
co-sign these , the will lies in an acidic pit
....if ever the real dies , it'll be too late to reconsider it.....like this

extra terrestrial ,
there's something else in my i pod
lines scarred soft sketches and i rhyme hard
belly of the beast keeps it pumpin'
steady on the beat ready too heavy to release
yet unsettling till its deep
fuckin' wit ink could get me
where needles sped the speed
battery's on e and i'm through punching through the sheets
to , where there's no going back
I've grown too cool for heat
summers in the spring
and I'm without youth learning the rules of speech
approaching fast , glory is the destination
ignoring the possibility of a gory crash
surely a recommendation from those who survived
would provide a boost for mine
ghosts up close my mirror reflection
there's no way the truth can hide
I've gone deaf and with every breath
- - it goes out the ear where the brain refused to vibe - -

its like that mudafuckaz

Don't know what I did,
to get a lethal injection.
But there's poison around me,
like a nuclear resurrection.
All they want to do,
is interfere.
I see right through it,
like their skin is sheer.
They don't want you to be happy,
cause they feel crappy.
It's in human nature,
to hate anything greater,
than what we got.
Cause we all want,
what we got not.
But back to this poison,
twisted like ivy.
They speak the untruth
only to try and be,
vaguely important and included.
But I think their lives just become diluted.
Just drama starters,
who want to look harder.
More street more tough,
like they have some nuts.
But really,
man up.
There's no need to be fake,
especially when a poser is all you can imitate.
Believe it or not I'm not just talking about guys,
now there are wannabe-down girls opening thighs.
Yes, you're real admirable looking like that,
wanting to get noticed,
wanting your butt slapped.
Grow up,
dirtyness is for boys,
you too will get played,
like a box of toys.
Don't know what ya'll problem is,
you got a chronic illness?
No? Then try to have just an ounce of realness.
You're toxic,
and not in the Britney way.
More like the kind that makes me,
shake all day.
Shake my head and dread,
at what you'll become.
When your whole try hard scheme is done.
Will you even be here?
With us who're true?
Well,
with the way you act,
I feel just like you,
cause I dont even have a,
clue.

So if you can feel my words, like you're in touch with my voice
You probably didnt do it by choice.
Togehter i chiropract rap
Hip hop is back
I masseuse the truth
Aloof, the ruthless
Unless, i use the useless
Only way i can see myself, is a stout in music
A stoop in layered environment
Deep rooted in the sciences
Of being ill like sinuses
So you can dig my style, like designer fits
So many questions, what do you do, who are you signing with
I'm tired with, being in dire need
Of trying to breath
Wait a week, for some fresh air
Or wait for my fanfare to be like that was fresh Faire
I kick to my peeps, with fresh pairs
My mind is so corrupt, i need an arrest here
Or rest here, in part
In sect here
Reading everyline repeatedly
It starts eating and bugging me
Personally, then publically
Gets me heated like summer heat
In a RU sleeved
Are you me?
If not then, drop it
I'm tired of every man, trying to get hot shit
Without watching
How it became this
I guess its how fame is
Makes me regain, AIM with this
This only cipher thing keeps me sane i guess
Sooner or later on this hypebeast magazine and shit
I just need to Aleve my head
Different caricatures of a character
Written over nice types of characters
I am after space like bar
Out of space like Mars
I need my own galaxy
I am so high, i need my own gravity
I pic'd my shots to have my own gallery
Out in a valley
So westside story
So LF side's story
So many like 5 storys high
The Westside bore me, why
But i'm so left side I
Feel i'm like cally
But grimy like alleys
So cry me a river like Sally
Til you can probably deliver like package
I'm the full package
With the gift rapping
Wait a second for this
I am present with this
Til i past it along, to be foretold like future
To get down like below
With a hole in a sewer