Yo.. My soul lifting comes hand in hand with broken ties My own sicknesses mistreated won't make me die Lost potential's like blowing land not gold-mined Drawn stilettos to my reflection but he won't fight I'm my own opponent I won't even lie down on the bed the ceiling mirrors be getting annoying You f**ing onion domes, y'all just make me cry f**ing idle la**es looking for a full ride Verbs downplayed, expression overblown They carry big heads, the brain just never grown Shaolin monk's at the throne, call me Kung Lao Thinking cap is sharp now, but it's never thrown Snap out your dimension, I only mention distress that fits the discussion Make a mess on the mead, spit it over percussion Then feel nice like a mead drank before the f**ing Put away with my weapon, yeah the pen tucking Ducked lower than a hunter dodging gun bucking s**ers they get played, so they resort to s**ing I guess ya man Bengay, so you used to the rubbing I'm 9/11 luggage, (Blaow!) Y'all simulation running Y'all never get the full package even ga**ing me My flow is flooding like Hurricane Sandy In quicksand I still rise to surface like cream I like cream but I rule without currency My current currents occur worldwide, tsunamis Homicide disasters, we abide in history It never stop, fate made a lock and never made the key Sympathy in symphony, I'm tempted by the timpani's You kids be kidding me, k**ing me softly, cause y'all lack the gravelly Steeze, It's style with ease You better sing cause MCing, them ain't seeing me Please !