A lonely cell

i listen to voices from hell, i sit at the park!, lonely as hell, feel like am in a cell!, all by myself, in this cold world where some are top shelf, scared i'm gon be just another ghost in a shell!, the king cobra, you just a general, the phantom of the opera, a vision am trying to capture, don't die by the sniper, welcome to D.C., i couldn't be happier, my chains couldn't be heavier meeting Kevin in the Acura, when did Mook get his money sack?, now has a perfect part, might need a sword with that, a Sumari!!!, party, which girl am i fucking tonight? abunch of girls in something tight, who got they titi's out when they dance? i'm trying to fuck her just right!,... hook:v2 what time is it? this when its time to write my rhyme, my time to shine, its, my shrine, and its bout that time... v2: Louis Vuitton bag, you know i stole abunch of jews from the Queen of England!, a godfather, i'm glad, Phantom, my ride, girl like the number one draft pick!, on my side, hammer!, on my side, put it down when i slide, like Baseball, selling coke they used to call me Sly, Shy like a Glizzy, but bout that life, wit it!, quick whitted,.. damn rap is dead, but i can't quit it!, i'm quiet exquisite!, and quiet explicit, in v.i.p., a diamond ring, got my own flow, something you admiring. at a stage in my life.., its all music but when it rain, the meek will reign!, and since am the meek, just wondering when....