This is a song about "Im rappin machine"

Im outta this world, so im rappin mercury rhymes

Money got me excited, i’m coming four or five times

Since the birth of my son, the street life losing appeal

Im rappin poetry dude its time we got real

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

And im still mean rappin gets me high like a true fiend

Spitting bars like a technical machine

Come see real niggas on my team

Show ‘em how much they really mean

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

Your going against the mean killing machine

I stay spitting bars like metronome candy machine.

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

Exclusives, y'all never seen

Rapping machine clapping between