Benny steppin, this impressin, not to mention My impression, in the game, is a blessing Never guessing, I keep flexing, all my magic Aren’t you glad, I stay testing, all my flows Getting tragic, it’s my tactic, to attack this With some practice, thought you had it Now I bag it, wrapped in plastic, that’s toe tagged Shit, Getting faster, I’m the master, of the matter. I’m the batter, at the plate, I contemplate. Hitting bombshells, like the terror, in Baghdad. I admit, I got the Mitt, like Cal Rip, getting sick. With my shots, jus like Pip, and the crips. We never miss, all the pimps get a grip. I’m the shit with the stick get your fix. Of these bars, in the car, with the stars. Don’t look far, get in the mix, with these tricks. I’ll never switch, to get rich, I’ll just pitch. It’s my wish, to get called, up to ball. I stand tall, to be exact, 6 foot two Get a clue, it’s your cues, read the news. might be blue, and insane, got in the game. Can’t contain, 187s, and the reverends. Say the heavens, only for them, out of boredom. To the core, of the Apple, unlike Babel. From Seattle, we will battle, like the rattle. Of a snake, it’s my fate, to create, an replay. Through my head, conscious music. So I’m choosing, where I’ll go, where I’ll use it. Don’t abuse it, don’t accuse it don’t make sense. I’ll repent to the haters and debaters. Call me later, when I make it, to the top. Grab the rock, I’ll get down, killa clowns. It’s the sound, that I’ve found, to get crowned. Might as well, run this town, cuz I’m bound. G.O.D. Eternally it’s the truth that I found. To have this passion, through this madness. Oh my God, why they rob, all our souls. stories told, to just end it, an comprehend it. Life’s keep ending, it’s depending, on your views We won’t lose, so tremendous, that it’s endless. Be my witness, to this sickness, in the sheeple. Evil people, get confused, that hell an heaven. Isn’t equal, till they see, Jesus sequel. When that happens, keep this prequel. I’m a genius, not a freak tho, it so easy. Like a free throw, don’t get greedy. Just keep reading, all the theories, end is nearing. Here to see, Conspiracy’s, that they fearing. Karma comes, like my puns, clear to see. On this beat I’ll repeat G.O.D. Eternally. Just get freed, of the chains, put on you. We’re not to blame, it’s the game. Have no pain, in your heart, that’s a start. To the ending, and agendas fall apart. I’m hella smart, in the car, with the stars. Here’s more bars, moon and mars. Ain’t that far, get to par, with what I’m saying. I’ll keep laying, down this heat, it’s complete. Futuristic, catalytic, to my business. And my wishes, to all of you, to be like new. B e n, in the end, I condemn, all the trends.