I suppose I started losing my mind from the beginning, I didn't recognize the change with in me mentally, one flew over my head like Jack Nicholson before brain surgery, it's all entangled within my circuitry, I need space to breath before I lose my conscious please allow me to demonstrate if mumbling lyrics is not what you seek then I insist take a lunch break and listen to what I have to say, these aren't the words of a brilliant master, but maybe one that only hopes to surpass these new general standards, what happened to raising the bar? allow me to bring back the ghosts from a far, beneath the planted seeds, that brought life to the world we see, the hip hop history has fallen into the grasp of inconceivable fiends, the dreams are dying, while the industry feeds these tyrants, and people eat up like being fed by a mother with her vitamins, its all so disproportionate assist me while we take back our world again, I see the brighter lights ahead, like a rising sun from the world of the undead, closed mouths don't get fed, focus and pay attention before you find yourself mislead, the mainstream is Hydra so you know all about the heads, don't chop one off because two will grow back instead, it's a rap trap for the lyrically inbred, consider this end of message Recluse your distant friend