thinking that the shit you spit is real, but it's trick while you high in the sky babble on in Babylon I rhyme like a steel Zion lion shut you down if you still lying I'm coming for ya belt on the hunt for the ones claim free stars what's ya name must be Orion if ya come in my mind there a good ya might break down crying in the corner with a Minotaur on a metaphor of a tour bus going straight through the labrinths earth quakes when I head but walls no fence can hold this Taurus I been on tour yes of the streets shakspeares world stage false queens false kings listened to false fools preach till i done laid down damn got fleas then I done got up and ain't held down by no chains and he'll bound by no means Tell em fakes to shut up thats how i know now i could wipe the floor with alota these rich princesses that seem to rap flawless mate I know my flaws shit You were thinking you a king in a king size bed keep dreaming while I slept on floors bitch You said that your the champ cause the champs been in mourning drunk by noon high in the evening hungover in the morning now sober and I'm clean coming down to come up man I love withdrawing just to to work more with the bell surpass the ring no orbits in case of divine intervention break glass ceiling watch it fall to the floor less hate love more yes I wait till I'm sure that if the ship gone sail I can drain your sea from the oceans floors sea I see sure while my eyes shut see more cause a leader see Cause he listens to the voice of the poor that's why I shall follow no more I'm a Marley kid God on earth you too now that's for sure true stand out and point out that most fear now I stand on the atmosphere sunshine sunshine make it rain no clouds I'm a freak you see got a frequency so high it's gonna blow mics so I guess it's best to go cordless when your voice is this louds I ain't plugged in no more like rich parents do to their poor kids got a plug for the saw that's straight from saw kids think how sad it is just cause when we were just kids we saw kids that claim men of the sword that's how to ball whips for the slave masters im no slave to the plastic no more its real no fake but they claims real while they raps real Boring trapped in boredom im a catch them balling alley oop on the hoop I jump of the edge free in the fall and cold in the winter you numb tongue begginers need a beggin again go try nursery rhymes cause ya old man Finnegan I cry sometimes trying ta realise my minds been trapped by drugs that's doctors called medicine on a bicycle high as hell they pedalling watch as the healer deals the kids gets em on amphetamines better off crop toping mesculine cacti and consume red hot chilli in the desert then present at psyche ward where they take real fears and tell ya all the memories stories till ya can't tell the difference got ya chasing a dragon how come bastion an falcor fell for the empresses never ending story