been a while but:

never knew if she would entertain my self
turns out i entertain myself
and i entertain she
and vice versa so its like we entertain we
and its plain to see, to kids in candy store
and all the candy free
so we on cloud 9 like we visited the rest
so high in the sky, we cant visit with the rest
which means that i entertain she, and she entertains me
nobody else in the world we need
and i felt like i could always be
a better person, but i felt with she
that she felt that it was right with we
i mean, its like i could never be mean
and with others i felt like i could never be me
with she, its never an option
so she set my other persona's free, just for me to see
that with she i dont need to be he
and so i end on this note
with her i can all ways be
simply put she is my everything

yo whiz, sorry i haven't been around...


yeah, the game is the belly of the beast//
it swallows you, you see what he had in old feast//
what he had to eat, was words and beats//
he threw a lil up, to leave fake ones on the streets//
corrupt minds meets, with clean minds mess it up//
lies after lies, nobodie here is fessin up//
dirt they be dressin up, look sparkle clean//
and the game eats it all and burps up somethin mean//
if you know what i mean//
disaster pastor, preachin about music, and the time draws faster//
how it feels are minds with bentleys that shine//
uncomfortable situation, so i cant unwind//
music isn't all bad, whats bad is the hood//
they'd love our musicals if they wont musunderstood//
makin it more bad than good//
i wish they would//
look in the belly of the beast, it swallowed all thats good

check check, uh, eyyo.
back up, my thoughts shatter glass,
high speeds blast past your internal mass,
entire countries, civilizations collapse.
concieted start to my first liturgical word?
id be further narcissistic if i thought that was absurd.
think in milli(seconds), project verbs in seconds, your mere form is what my verbal crosshair beckons.
immaculate conceptions from my mouth are your bane, shatter your pelvic region far more serious than a sprain, apocalyptic demons practically stalk my brain;
i got "punch lines" as if rocky balboa did cocaine.

mad short, i know

can't stay away fore if there is no turning back
i am razor blade that won't learn to slash
i am no longer violent i just learned to rap ....whoo!!!!!!!!!!!

damn i just blanked out , like i ran out of cash quick
could of got label mates to cosign , but i am the only one rappin'
there is no filler i just completely introduce a
segway from the leanin' to the steerin' when i make sure to boost from
all mean less pronunciation from the reading , to lose ya
in between , the subtext shadows from the clips of which i am about to shoot ya
wit , then the splits is as clearly seen as when i look up
so lookout for the trails and till the third is as tailed
cos he be leaving mad tricks , off the top with no hat to bag it
never fail - - to fall past - - this
it is autumn in here , from the dropping of text to when i haul catches
ya don't ball - - lackin' - -