Mind & Story

Don't pass me the microphone unless you expect me to wreck it. My style is reckless and I'm bound to leave you neglected. I'm one of a kind. I speak my mind best when I'm using rhymes and I'll make you realize the battlin me is committing a crime. But step up please if you think you're up to testin me, in all honesty, anything you say has no chance of affecting me. that's why when I walk on sidewalks, I step on cracks intentionally to break the backs of suckers who persistently step up to me, leaving your spine limp and then watching your last nerve kick collect DNA to clone your ass just to do it over again. In the end, better back to the beginning. Performing on this here like I've always been Grammy winning but the truth is that my talent seems to just be slimming just at a slower rate than you are actually thinning so shut up and take notes to this easy listening cuz players you know you feel me. I relate to old school because my mind stays playing tricks on me. it seems in life Im everybody's friend but remain my worst enemy. what's gotten into me? I feel like my whole world could be a conspiracy, one day I'll remain dead by being shot in the head, but who gives a f*** ? my last name isn't Kennedy you think that s***'s offended me think twice, cuz I ain't tripping g. I got drug sex, music and skills that remain as my remedy. so while you think I'm falling the controversy seems to actually be lifting me. you can trip on me but I'm speaking literally Why make a decision went in the end you're judge to accordingly to the things you did that were wrong? that whole story was getting boring to me cuz I've always been wanting to see something a little bit more convincing. what else do I have? what more can I give? I guess my sins will just enlist me, because temptation has steadily got my soul and my conscience busy. I'm like damn b**** look at that ass, come over here and kiss me! and this is the mind and the story of a little boy named Billy