Hello everyone

I'm sorry I took so long

But I was on spaceship gattica

Planting nuclear bombs

I had to destroy these clones

Before they all invade

And I did it for the love of hip-hop

Because I didn't even get paid

You know this is my trade

And I caught up like bokeem

As I scream

I ain't goin' out like no punk

Bump the majors

I'm blowin' on a indie labial

Like a playas pager

I'm still represent the savior

Just been blessed mentally

To supply you with more true flavor

You purchased my recordings (hey cool)

Will herе's 2 sec. of silence dedicated to you

My way of sayin' thank you amigo

Now I'm rollin' wit two gansta's in a regal

Wit ski mask on

Lookin' for some sucka's that boosted my style & songs

& since I out here trippin'

I might as well get wit Mr. Taylor

For dissin' , Me, the supreme individual

You came foul wit my residuals

And until now I really didn't understand but

What you think a brotha's been doing with all these books in my hand

Just browsin' naw man

I've been tryin' to comprehend

How I can have a gang of fans

Rock crazy shows

& still have to live wit

Five roommates

In a bungalow

But bump that yo

I'm on my own label

On the cellular phone

Enjoying lobster at the table

While laughin'

Cause I herd the new one you started is crashin'

And it feels good

Cause you had a broth pissed off like that movie rose wood

Doin' people wrong

Won't last that long

And that's a lesson u learn young in the hood

If you need more proof

You can ask Shug Knight

Is when I like to write

Cause its something about the stars and the moon

That helps a brotha's , creativity bloom

Like daffodils

Distilled elements

Amplify my developments

Never embellishment

I'm dope and that's fact

And also a pioneer

To what's known as Gospel rap

So what you mean when you say that

Sup over his junk ain't gonna sell

My you better watch ya mouth

Before I put hands on you like Sprewell

My verbal treats give you a work out

Like aerobics instructors

Sup the hip-hop conductor

Flashing my high beams on sucka's

Get out the fast lane

Slow flow-ers to the right

This lane right here is for advanced homosapiens

On the mic

I excite the crowd like

One of them Jerry Springer fights

And didn't even grab the mic

It's just pure energy from dope production

Fools be talkin' smack when they got a tape full of punch-ins

That's cause they ain't got good breath control when they be bustin'

Me I audio logical mystery like the black hole

You'll be banded like Joe Camel thinking you can handle

My federation of kingdom meditation

Stompin' out demonic manifestation

Like I'm Kirk Franklin

Ain't no escapin'

CHROUS

It's the bible toting scripture

Resisting MR. spontaneous like lighting

Striking with energetic poetic writings

Blocking you 20th century vikings like line men

Even when my minds in neutral

I still have points like a sprocket

Free to rock blue like snoop

Or red like rocket

Do my best then slam the mike on stage like lead singer in

Sexual chocolate

(here)

The M.C. who's tired of living check to check

And when you collect its already gone

So I'm smokin' up the microphone like homegrown

Vernacular full of T.H.C

So take a hit of me

And escape from reality

My personality

Constructed by 1john 5verses

11 thru 20

Now you can pause the tape and read

Or wait until the song is complete

And marvel off how cleverly I just planted a seed