Practical Possibilities all in a jiffy and making em millions, listening to em rocking a pocket watch to sock a 2pac hater right in the face, make em feel like a disgrace its about time to take place, and race this race to make fast pace for "hasting makes waste man" I really understand this saying, but let me get something through to you, I'm impatient I've abused myself and I've taught myself lyrical amazement, now I got a taste and I'm facing my races, like Slim facing the racists hazy but I don't hate this, calling up on the dial to require the inquiry of my style, i say its spiritual wearing it makes you feel like you awake in a field fear doesn't feel real to eating them meals with a couple mills up in the background, I'm twisting that's right ima do it right (right?) can I get a light (light?) yes for the fight tonight (night?) bro its going down I wish you could have seen it, its been amazing rocking to fans being all complacent thinking this is a game and, they need to play it. fuck it they faked it every single one of these muthafuckas are illuminating illuminati members from society to the majority of the minority taking them apart piece by fucking piece (piece) this shit discrete(crete) fucking brain bashed on concrete (crete) feel the ground tremble beneath your feet(feet) ay but all is good.. wait I'm studying REITS (REITS) flipping perfect person to personalize pans, i aint a fan of pans but I'm glad they can, keep helping with the cooking even if it aint to make amends (a mans) ran over your flow yours truly and truly jaw dropping, I can set a prop look at it then fall in the step on top a flipped over mop. (and its not like it was a rock) What you critiquing over someone elses mistake, that's fake that's rich guess they co-inside, but listen no ones by your side so hii this is a formal order a declaration of peace from this generation to say, im raising the cain like a bar or bars locking you in the same place, one difference is one is physical restraint and the other is a dumbass with heroin in his veins. (now that shit is pain)
