This is a song about "The undead affect"

My raps affect the darker side like sickle cell anemia,

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

You bigots do not affect me, i'm a living, breathing poet,

My rhymes affect you like an irritant

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

But i'm feelin' my dancei had one pill left

That's the affect of bitches who disrespect

Got gold albums or not, i still did affect rap

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

A site where my attitude doesnt affect my career.