"I'm like a sage with a blade on these beats and you better seek knowledge on these streets or you could be 6 feet deep for trying to Quantum Leap to an aimless life full of self-defeat & self-retreat these leech peeps is sneaks yo they pack a cold piece wanna see you deceased but when they in ya face they quick to show you all they teeth like that Royce song, boom goes the gong my songs hot better use them tongs when you pick up my CD press play on the MP3 don't envy me cuz thats a waste of energy these feminine fairy flees wanna bury thee they pharisees in modern jeans walking around you right now like they Supreme Religion itself is Sacrilegious yo we all in prisons son who u kiddin!? & that's not negativity that's facts you foolish if that makes you depressed you weak-hearted kid it makes me passionate a passionless bastard is better off in a morgue in a closed casket my ratchet is the size of the entire floor at your basketball practice Verse 2 who created swine flu? Swine who eat swine who eat swine doo so I come through with the 1-2 Mathmatica Grammatica! & no I won't battle ya my wordplay on this song alone'll shatter you do I baffle you with poetic values like a heirloom passed before the tomb what it do and what it don't?? You might have to rewind that to catch the funk cuz I'm speaking on some next shit metaphorical nexus of solar plexus Whats an early exit whats a long life? Who defines that you see whats wrong right with the long sight I put one in ya long pipe if they really wanna fight when its all said and done and what comes from my tongue is life-giving son, but it could burn ya if you ever turn ya back on everything thats the opposite of wack I attack the track like a pack of wolf packs who could walk through wolf trap and you won't hear a fukin' snap its like that jumping jacks start busting back did you know Mars has polar ice caps? Wars in the winter so cold that your gun starts busting polar ice caps nice gats an hats we trapped on an abstract yoga mat black, white, brown, yellow we fellow residents on this Earthly presence where the physical has become Lieutenant from tenants with no water to tenants living in Venice, on water what's a problem does it exist? Hmm thats some deep shit a deep dish of deep lyrics from a deep spirit that leads to the deep ocean giver and I tell you 1 thing its not a Figure boundless immeasurable we vessels special this lyrical like a spherical vehicle moving at the speed of indigo....."