This is a song about "Commedia dell arte"

I'll even light a joint while i'm waiting for the school bell

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

I drain bottles of mouth wash, i still havnt produced a little cough,

I couldn't either if my head was hollow.

Ali shaheed muhammad q-tip i'm trynna follow

This story flows good and you'll understand well

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

He must travel to hell, wait, survive the rotten smell, wait, then ring a bell

When things went wrong we'd blame mamai reminisce on the stress i caused, it was hell

Murder you nigga and put you in my basin

I got a lot to say, i don't hold my tongue

While im dishing out all of their wishes and burnin em faster than niggers in

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Now i spit shit like ali to make the knockout bell ring,

My mind potent like you high off keys or something