Never giving a reason to think what’s absolute

Time is frozen Im wondering what’s the agenda in God's view

The pastor’s pew Death to the abysmal Never thinking I’m one of them

Shear luck to breathe another day I dont question fate’s intent

Life is taken fast from the innocent

Like a chain reaction I see people’s code of ethics break under little stress

Yet my vision is not up to par give me years to perfect the skill

So there’s little judgement My conviction is based on guess

I speak my heart’s intent Don’t question what I put together with my words these writtens

My convictions framed in guilt

Thats my standard—strictly revolutionary

Like a guillotine on French aristocracy I mean monarchy

My rhymes focused like a monocle on fallacy like war on oil spills

Thats dissolute constitute on the rhymes absolute I spit my writtens by volume

Not full value only when I’m drinking and I only settle with that absolute

That’s that dab for you

Im done with that talk

Them cogs in the wheel the spokes in the wheel

That’s lackadaisical

I stay posted but not too caddy

That’s not my status Mystikal

You see I’m on the mic poetically deviant

No need to be political prejudices stay lenient

I write too different

Let me be clear with my rhymes

Pen and paper newsworthy headlines

I’m delivering No this isn’t deliverance

I stay with these writtens like theyre a sabbatical

I’m not a jew but these rhymes coming off the press west coast mechanical

Flow so left Swag surfing radical

Can’t touch Bob Marley eyes bloodshot wishbone mandible

Spitting off the dome jawbone mandible and when I get in that cypher

Crossfire friendly fire that music scene gets dire

That’s dissolute constitute on the rhymes absolute I spit my writtens by volume

Not full value only when I’m drinking and I only settle with that absolute