you got me going deep in the mental, bout to get to ya mouth like ya in my dental, clean up my bars as I buss ya head with em, tend to tune in deep, my rhythm makes you feel em, And I ain't talking bout shaking your rear, my type to intriguing, definitely in my way when I gear, can't be fake, it doesn't lay nowhere in me, keeping my mind tight, so my thoughts are finally free, I think big in this small body of mine, and the wet wet will have you glazing thru all time, for these discussions my King takes part, when I get to work, that's what you call fine art, my cover look basic, till you go and open me up, throwing it down good , make you think to never let up, I stick with one, because it's nothing wrong with that, I can't be bothered by the sound of your ignorant chat, #uniquelyanonymous