A, see the camera eye is karmatic, sporatic once again I'm at it sum say it's a sin. i like to smile, but the hole while the tool feels more than a grin a winter cold wind blistering I'm whispering to the Lucky rabbit foot not the tail on a key chain this is seen as insane, my brain dial a number in a summer rain like the purple chain smoke flame tokes rearrange thangs in frame but still remains the same how? the picture stays fixed I'm richer than Kool aid mix shout out to dig a ditch big was Hitch will smith, brothers, smothers and smuckers jelly and peanut butter cluckers suckers stuck inside my sandwich can you feel the tempo a rolo pack attacked I'm Solo but dolo is whack? talking smack like crack out the sack greed granted but these seeds planted seem to keep me slanted at an angle these words strangled as I approach the end of these joints, my roach aint no coach but I can guide the team slap the hand on the television screen am I stuck in a dream it all steams up as these ladies gleam perhaps the only ones who we lean on cream song plays inside my vains hoping to catch the woman's fetch like a bullet pressed against a membrane ever feel time and the hands of my clock senquenize like bikini and poka dots sexy plots, drops that symbolize the success at the top a mountain peak crop upon the hill something your pill will never blot into a Christ like figure from a jew a few good men my paper and pen big ben tossing dimes out six points extra one on the kick shyt vapors you all can't built a fire in the campah stampah and send in the circulation george and cube one nation under a groove too smooth operator here's the phone, call me later, I'm on the move!