Who that football kicked.. where them bull dogs eat.. whose the man of feat...who got sick i treat sick that got my rhymes to spit bt yet i lack a site...to sit Think am workin harder... they say am getting marder..i shift to workin under..old enough to thunder. ..commands.Trapping them with webs like spider..mappin man and prober like that mars pathfinder..moving up the ladder with them elders...be the faster reader...ride it till the mighty wonder.. Smart ...it aint locate me radar..flipping stuff of wild reef powder..wanna be the mighty founder tryn to spit my rhymes in order ..Too bad i got poor recorders..i wanna be a star bybeing signed in a record label..wanna reach the clouds with pretty sounds of sitting tables..make a pocket made of crochet filled until its stable...link and link without a trick or pricks from useless cables Too bad i got poor recorders*2..poor recorders*2)*2 Chi chi chi...that background sound...the trip is up the Mississippi teased off peas..easy peace of lost an found..beware b4 you taste that mound of dust..first check the cast the mast the flask.. bask..task you get...the tusk tax