Going to hell in a hand basket with a casket of jewels

Fashion and fools? Surpass them with a passionate tool

Matter of fact these raps slap tracks and massacre troops

It's like cats make tracks and never practice them through

Man, I do this for the head nods and that tap of your shoe

Give me the finish line and I'll snap it in 2

What's happening dude is nothing but miraculous groove

That I inhabit, sticking and moving from flax to the loom

Contaminate with gamma rays and make it rapid and smooth

And my biggest critic is the last to approve

And unless I rock shows, there isn't cash in it duke

I dropped my pen on the floor and it splashed with a boom

The last of the few smashing up a passenger too

Too busy having fun to heed screeds babbling doom

Rose colored glass half full in a lavender room

Tossing a few asides to leave all the fragile consumed

And that's true

Tactile tic tac toe

Rap and flip lactose

Tackling the tracks dope

Half will win and that's so

Typical, and that's the way it has to be

So pass the key...and that's to me

You dig that? I'm a fan of the same

Remember Raekwons tarantula chain?

I kick raps that ramble and maim, the man is a train

Wreck set to trample parades with mandibles crazed

From analyst ways to stampedes the stamp of approval is gained

Turning it to a brand abandon all of the claims

Living day to day while you're balling away

You'll get a stomach ache from eating all of cake

And all that takes is time and moderation like Satchel

Lest the world becomes reason for the Paxil

Closing in walls, all frozen grim maws clenched

Arguing far through it start doing top tens

Giving them a soft serve, nerves misplaced

Tournament interns burn the stakes

Turning away enough to make Saint Peter's rack and pinion pivot

Imminent beginning to finish spin it all within a minute

Tactile tic tac toe

Rap and flip lactose

Tackling the tracks dope

Half will win and that's so

Typical, And that's the way it has to be

So pass the key...and that's to me

I'm not a candidate for polling holding candlesticks verboten

Hoping glamour is a potent potion, amorous and chosen

Open hands and get a token, never know it just might work

Instead of looking of the product, man I'm check the price first

And rectify verse until the words fit properly

Recording takes with a verb flipped sloppily

One of the benefits of having a studio at home

Is that you can't hear my mistakes when I roam

Each song's generation has different tweaks

Varied approaches to visiting beats

If it's wintertime, then I'm delivering heat

And if it's dinner, I'm in a different street

So listen to each and make your own call on the song

It is dope, or fresh, or wack, or something soft for your mom

I'm Sankofa, happily hopping along to the drums

The dinosaur rapping with a fossil, his tongue

And that's one