Rap fame wants me to comeback, I'm here to turn this shit back on track, You thought I was lost to the crack, Epidemic - more powerful than Riddick, My audience are a group of cynics, Y'all got guns out, while spit it, Locked and loaded, egos bloated, Your brain must be severely eroded, My consciousness is recoded, Synapses and heat sync overloaded, I rhyme not for popularity, But to bring us to the singularity, I guarantee, your words will be,n Squashed by my lyrics - can't you see? My shits poetic and has meaning, It has heart, soul and my feelings, I'll abduct you - yanked out of the ceiling, Anal probes won't be forgiving, Go to sleep, consciousness dimming, You wake up in a field, head brimming, Head swimming about your situation, Ass sore from probe pentration, Caught in my words and imagination, You sucked them out like condensation, Get a new occupation, you're skating by, You got verbally assaulted by a smarter guy. Peace .