This is a song about "Rhythm heaven"

Level eleven, my raps from heaven

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Wished for rhythm never written before

And i don’t wanna be a playa no more

Higher power where these verses from

Blessed spittinn /expressed rhythm

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

So i guess i'll see you in heaven

Sit back and unwind to this mystical rhythm

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Their symptoms sound like sizzling rhythm

Doin time for slowguess she made a bad decision

Rhythm cop, to stop the prodding non-stop.

Ever since then i had no job

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

With the scepticism giving em wisdom of this system in a rhythm..