tick tick tick Cant you hear me knockin Open up the door I don't stop by often I'm the proof in the pudding Im the boos at your concert Im that voice in the back of your head that's talking I'm the noise in the black of the shed that's tossing I'm the one that you cant escape from Homie I'm conscious is it always constant you dont want it I want stop till this track is demolished Waxem then polish That show shine boy held that rag like an Artist Dont not what to call it This is a constant This is the place that the mind gets lost in don't try to find it leave it toss it just let the music ease this off ya recieve this be this Breathe and prosper. Dont be deceived by the thieves and robbers Snakes in the grass keep the rats back often. likes shades of the past I used to drive by often.