Lryics: Mechi im so dope i need a my own genre/ cold blooded and conscious/ somehow both rugged yet calming wen in ya presece like saxaphones/ jamin wenit time ta wing it like bad transactions happens in tha spirit first then it trickles down to mother matter/ no sugar diet hard as keeping succas quiet/ outta pressure emerge diamonds/ shine foreva like my catalogue/ invest into myself resemblance to revolving doors/ you learn alot in life but can't grow until ya turn inward/ master able noble blame noone for my success or failure/ caution spell casting keep ya interest like duble d cups/ so i dont end up washed up like waved on the sea coast/ use thacodex indigous for us to decode/ go in like little weather out/ conscious mind saying go head wip yo beretta now/ subconscious like its up to ya tha imbecile deserve it now/ think quic time is running out/ soul like take a shit or get off the perclen god damn/ ta me it's all fun and games/ until its time ta bread and meat/ you see the focus of a writer relaying a lifetime of study/ yaself or fall at the whim of one more interesting/ shortsaleing yaself/ fortify honor in ya self/ stop asking promission and ask for forgiveness as your up/ start taking initiative/ start cutting muh fukas off/ being who you wer ment ta ya vibe intensifies itself/ but what im on really dont matter ta you like h a a r p/ no fear or remorse in the same sentence/ therefore ill face ya n swing like square dancers/ inturnalize dr. afrakka amd sebi cure for cancer/ controlling my diet like a quarterback does the panthers/ yet who am i ta speak on it / breaking down tha gonja/ rolling up a b legeter/ amoungst bad company/ got nothing ta prove to em like atturenys/ we all score fa a living like igudula thompson n curry/ unmatched talent call me D . Winnah/ my cacasiouns listen to my disc drinking playing cribbage/ my family work together we are our own village/ front row ta tha headliner middleweight at the civic/ Afro Samaurai/