time drifts my minds riffs my lips twist the beat shifts mishaps slips gotta brickbat handle niggas that just might trip give 2 shits bout any odis taste my fists. Take in all this who woulda missed any or all getting all pissed all is dark except for the flashing star and haven'tn missed liquid bliss start to reminisce pith or dis which did you think would be good for you i say both no shit put two fingers in the air one one amiss missing index finger blown too bits one left up is how it is and how i feel about the (buis)ness hidden in the streets in a world that come to its end or some to transcend where light even bends where we are no longer enemies but still not quite friends