This is a song about "Planetary alignment"

Just spit the shit that hits the way that i see fit

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

Wouldn’t get aligned with me and mathers’ mind

No time for the chick who fucked the whole mankind

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Y’all giving thugs some guidance, it’s a sharp mentality,

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine

Your trying to rhyme from line to line,

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

I know it seems as if i just vanished without a trace

They is terrycloth with it, i'm italian leather

Trace the origin of the avenger indenture

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

I move the line of scrimmage with every line written,

Snortin straight off your tushy now i'm straight fucked

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant