im shoveling the clutter out my mind. i emptied out the space to make room and arrange these dope rhymes. scattered words spilling from ven diagrams. sketches in note pads, blueprints from a madman. no manisfesto, i say just go. with gusto, gun tote, gung ho , the gun smokes. i had to pop one like bubble wraps. i lied you cant just pop one, when they all sound trash. the bass is boomin feel the pump to your chest. i wanna see bobbing heads untill everyone's out of breathe. i dont write rhymes i write dope prescriptions. selection of beats gotta be fresh in my collection. i bring the 90s vibe with smooth rhymes you bump in your trunk. the funk in this punk make you wanna shake that big ol rump. i recycle words, but use it differently. and wisely the content is my concern religiously. i might be high like the pants of steve urkel. but still approach with caution when you're entering cypher circles. my senses are superb when I'm smoking the purp. but still remain with my aim when I'm smoking a herb. i enter your freestyles and you won't get a turn. but when it comes to smoking a joint we can all let it burn. puff puff give inhale exhale live. pass it to the right hand side like he got the dibs. when the bass drops it'll rattle your car. turn the volume high enough to get vibrations to the heart. to make you feel alive in the world of the dead. dont be upset cause that right there is my goal my friend. i ressurect the beat this is music for the undead. dead beat dad changing his ways to make amends. i had to take a break from all the killing now im chilling. whack emcees would go extinct if i didn't become the villian. everyday is a holiday lets celebrate, take the pain away glass to the face, great escape. you can take the cake eliminate the hunger with the paper chase. to have a better faith. with trips to outerspace. smoke that shit, drink that shit , eat and then shit that shit..fuck stress right now man, just relax..