i had to bring back one time, putting down land mines, with a stand up rhyme, got a grand design, for yall can ass rhymes, with your bland ass time, sayin damn that's fine, spaceman bring the style-got them girls gone wild, and they put it on blast cause they can't pantomime nows about time I get down with it, howitzer sounding off rounds, the kids pounding, the pavement- my turf I stay grounded in, trip off the game I head straight for the fountain tip, the crowd is astounded, consesus resounding, the critics announcing it, my haters be doubting it, if you ain't bout my shit, get the fuck out with it, stalking my prey- lying in wait before Im pouncing in, I'm knocking em out- and im fitting go go rounds with them. you couldn't get close- to the the titties I'm bouncing with, gotta break bread - i can't count on allowances, i call my accountant, we counting out ounces, I think I need counseling, lately my heads in the clouds, I'm thinking of changing my name to stay out your mouth, to something that yall can't pronounce, I see you suckas around. yup its official, this ain't just some shit that I'm into, I'm up to my neck with the struggle I've been through, I'm coming correct and I'm handing out tissues, these babies are crying- they diapers got issues, the game ain't supplying you scuds - I got missiles.