Bars

What's on ya mind?

Sex, money or crime?

Refuse to let ya consciousness coincide with your pride

Rebuking the obvious, man what a coward u are

Dropping out of high school, IQ higher than Mars

Living life too positive he'll align w the stars

Rhyming bars, clean-sweeping at all of the rap awards

A ward of the state, skills still up to par with the greats

I ain't raising a son but I'll take daughters on dates

Blazing a grape-flavored blunt of chronic, inhaling

And facing it like it was a pillow case or a problem

I'm unable to solve it; rap game got him hauled off

And tossed in prison behind bars and white walls

Somebody tell my fans I had to take some time off

Gotta save my voice just in case they let my mom call

A lot going on I wish I could be rapping more

I'm sure creativity returns on it's natural accord

Easy way or hard way, you have to be taught

And our enemies learn their lesson after the war

Are you feeling the burn?

Am I excersizing you mentally

Emphasizing my speech while utilizing my memory

Multiplying it's density by the square of infinity

Dividing plenty cheese amongst me and leaving outsiders hungry as a vegan with lunchmeat

Sitting in the jungle, not a calorie in sight

Excluding the raw flesh w the swiss cheese on the side

Spit heat, switch beats and then repeat when I kick a rhyme