grasping the bag, counten the racks laughing all the way back, we can never relax I'll mind like magic, creating the earth's static automatic when I blast it, meet my stick need another fix, can you get a grip or grip on my shit, attached to the hip cuz my shit is to lit, my brain is not fit so can you read lips, stay ignorant or hop on my shit, I live in the mix even tho I book Ritz, that's cuz my lifes rich I'm just the kid, sorry that you took the hit voodoo like a witch, manifesting my life I rhyme to talk about how I feel inside, I feel that's alright what makes you tick at night, it's the ice Sniff another line, just to feel alright that's just suicide, Welcome to story time this is do or die, get busy to die but inside a fire to rhyme, maybe even a label to sign