let me start with my lyrical (rant) flows shows vocab (extravagant ) sitting at the top (rung )social and ethical ideas (flung) (freely) hey mom now can ya see (me?) your only( son) black sheep through the darkness creep yeah I turned out to be that (one) sometimes feel the love other times feel shunned my rhymes sweet complete can't compete with the honey bun hippy bom sentence done period hooked on phonics worked for me still laying it down real in the ob open eyes for a glimpse to see a certain certainty a fly verse explaining hurt hurled indiscriminately into the danger zone where I was raised and remain grown pawn shop prodigy froze up like al Roker on live TV what'd so fuckin ultra about the mk brining yall the real so you can feel served up to you on a silver tray let me take this time to say to all you fuckin pieces of shit why'd you split everytime I start to fall I've dwelt in places I aint got mother fuckin words to explain been soaked to the bone by the driest non existent rain who's to blame fuck it probably me confession or a plee I guess if we stick around sure as shit bound to see