I need to wake up and fix a, Brake down a mirror. So long all i hear is,a Voice in ma head,saying I need to get bigger. This ain't who am suppose to be. Looking skinny,dummy like a gitty as fuck. The only ones beneath is the dead in a ground. I Ain't really bringing much, grocery in the house. Lately I been storming, ma brain with some weed. Am colour change forming a chameleon geek. Once upon a rhyme,i keep throwing lines, like a fisherman. With the flow going as i row like am on a boat. I control,i could rip a goat and shred it apart. Lord knows we can fuckin float so He had us fart. (prrhh!!) Im so brain damaged, add to that so rotten like a bird carcass. Never flexed cause ma muscles ain't got practice,minus that shit like a negative balance. And yeah i smoke weed, used to blow with a chalace. But what matters is that i still got manners. And i figured out rappers ain't really good at practice. Im finna throw out tantrums, they mumbling a lot ad libs. Looking like a clown Doing lotta autotones can you tone it down Yeah we know you bout the move can you hold it down.