'loco-motive' Orion alive/ the king was beloved under one sky/ high/ the jump-duck-stubble-fuzz// is this subission somethin' amiss? At once, misty amidst the one that misery kissed in front of double comin'//// Catch me in a fly five-finger cap/ starter tag in the back/ had my heart set on a particular exact monochromatic cracker-athletic-*lan-wear without the funny hat, but when I asked, the manager said all they had was 'n***a-black'//// No, sir, I ain't one of them "no prefer"-rin' racists/ but in the western desert Kenyans get mistaken for steak and burnin' *sians//incubation/ ink and paintin'/ when cryogenics die I'll get it/ Inca nation/ kink sensation/ diabetic high on ethics//// Couldn't even fathom half a ration; for that reason we need to keep our 'lost passions' on breathing apparatus// I don't need the esteem or status/ I breach beyond the stratosphere/ Peep the same scene as "Mad Mike"-- the "year of the flat" is here////

Pre-hook:

Heavy lies the drip to the crown/ sometimes the crip with the clown is what you get for the pull. Stick with the lull. Abide low tones, cliipped cones, and, addicted to the sound of a brass jacket expanding after half of the gas drowns, it's kinda funny lookin' back. I'ma run amok with rap! LET the suits try to seduce ya boy-- (produce a contract!). I produce the bombtracks. No need to foster (not Jodie) contact.

Homie you don't know me; I go "shots-back".

HOOK:

Caught a long wind. Saw some thin, some collapsed on the ground. If you teach me some lines, we can sing it in rounds//

If I'm gone when God pops in, he'll know where I'm at.

"I'll be damned".

Fat chance.

I'll be back.

That's that.

Man, cracked, fell to bits. Hell used it--played to his pain.

In his shell, "tell to sit". Well, obtuse conned the game.

From the citizen--

denizen--

derelict-

Pain paralytic

Hail Mary Hussein

The dead see (saw) it all in His name.