finally the final final is all I see or it a dream schemes and lasor beams call it what you want ain't it all what it seems keep it clean. capture what was caught. eat the fish that was bought as we embark I been real from the start the possibilities are endless make money to pay the rent leave you penniless whats that stench ya feel me mic check wrecks in effect pay dues it's a life making sense ya feel me time needed to vent I get to spitting letters from the alphabet clench ya thirst, wisdom disperse now that's my word. super superb on top of the iceberg burn a hole in ya word with lighter the mightier the one piercing the pen and pad like a ghost writer. getaway from the driver as the man with the mastaplan a true legend a real fighter, murk the beat alot no lying them lion tales you yapping go lions. and keep trying denying it.